CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Becca went to the front desk and asked for Linda Simpson. The same woman, who had greeted Eric, stood up and shuffled to the counter. “Someone else asked about her earlier. I told the young man the same thing. We don’t have any current, or past residents, at this location, with that name. Believe me lady, that guy was so adamant, he made me check twice.”
Becca pointed at the woman’s computer. “Would you mind taking another look in your database? I’ve come a long way to pick up my sister.”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we don’t have your sister in our files. Maybe she committed a felony? They take the uncontrollable, whacked out ones to Jacksonville. What did she do?”
She clenched her teeth and firmly replied, “Nothing, my sister is innocent, and shouldn’t
