“Nope. Maybe he was an alien—not the illegal kind, the flying saucer kind.”
Drayco picked up a pad of paper and drew a Roswell alien head with large black eyes. He added a caption for his wanted poster, “Have you seen this man?” and pushed it over to the sheriff.
Sailor glared at him. “I got a subpoena for credit card and phone records. No interesting calls, but Oakley charged a few trips to London Heathrow. Only airfare, no lodging. Must have stayed with someone he knew. Those trips ended ten years ago.”
“Have you been able to determine if Nanette had a Will, too?”
“It’s straightforward. Oakley’s the beneficiary unless he preceded her in death. Which of course he did, leaving Nanette’s sister in California as next in line. There’s considerable optimism among the Gallinger ranks she’ll
