“He won’t call her,” Wynn added, rolling her eyes. “Pride.”
“Oh, I know that side of Smith better than anyone.”
“Birth certificates,” Wynn blurted out.
Smith shot her a quizzical look.
“If he has any kids, his occupation will be listed on their birth certificates. How many Covingtons do you think live in the city? It’s the first time I’ve ever heard that name. I can’t image it’d be like sifting through files and files of someone with the last name of, well, Smith, for instance.”
Horvat chuckled and tried to wave off exploding into full-blown hysterics.
Smith snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Bingo!”
“You’ve lost your step, Smith,” Horvat interjected. “That would’ve been one of my first courses of action. Instead of running around downtown like a chicken with its head cut off.
