Present “I PULLED UP ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING I COULD ABOUT STORMY LIKE you asked,” Oran said after I picked up the phone. “I know you guys don’t do full background checks on new employees, but you must not have checked her out at all because there’s not s**t on her anywhere.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I didn’t like where this was headed. “She’s not just clean; she’s a ghost. Stormy Lawson doesn’t exist.” My pulse pounded in my ears as I tried not to overreact. Oran couldn’t dig up anything on Storm, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. “Could it be a nickname issue?” Maybe she didn’t go by her legal name— loads of people didn’t. “The social on her job application is a fake, Tor. There were no Lawsons in the graduating class for the high school she listed. She said she was

