TWENTY-FOUR
The next morning Rachel and Angie sat side by side at the dining room table. The laptop was placed there, and Angie was ready for business.
“Bring up Google,” Rachel said.
“Got it.” Angie looked to her mother for more direction.
“Type in the dad’s name. John Brigham.”
“Done. Lots of them. How do we know which to pick?” Again, she looked to her mother.
“Click that one, the name associated with Nevada. See what happens.”
“Still quite a few.”
“Pick one at random and let’s see.” One of them had to be their John Brigham.
After going through six John Brighams in Nevada, they found one with a criminal record. Almost. This particular man had several run ins with the law, but never was convicted of anything.
“What were some of the charges?” Rachel asked, leaning against the ba
