I shrugged. “Has to be Glenn. Or does Chaz have a second home?”
Clark typed some more. A satellite image came up. Google maps. The address became a house. Major square footage. Two-car garage. Two stories. Nice acreage on either side. “Guess again,” he said.
My mind did a bunch of guessing before the reels finally stopped spinning. I gulped. Voltan’s Adam’s apple was on the apricot-sized-side, but it still did the trick. “Paula?”
Clark snapped his fingers. “Bingo.”
“But she’s just an account manager at a middling marketing firm. My salary couldn’t have been too far behind hers, and my salary couldn’t even afford the first story of that house.” I looked from the screen to Clark and back again. “Maybe she was married. Maybe she got it in the divorce. Or maybe she inherited it. Maybe her
