CHAPTER 12
King
Age 32.
Address––
Social security number––
Tax return––
More screens pop open on my monitors and the sheer quantity of information makes me glad I’m doing this in my office and not on my laptop. Sometimes I forget how much you can find on people who have no need to hide everything about themselves.
And not just Savannah. Her parents, cousins, past co-workers… Her family isn’t big, but there’s enough of them.
It’s almost too easy to collect images off their social media accounts and drop them into a tablet.
A small, mostly dead part, inside of my chest twists as I compile more and more photos. Her cousin singing in a church choir. Her cousin’s daughters playing on their school’s playground. Savannah’s dad on a golf course, with the name of their retirement community
