CHAPTER 44
ARI
“You’re sure it’s the same girl?” Alexa asked. It was the middle of the day, and she sounded tired. Had I woken her up?
“I’m seventy-five percent certain.” Joy’s hair had been very different from Erin’s—long waves versus a pixie cut—and Erin wore dark make-up and a nose stud, but Morty Coulson had taught me to look past the things that could easily be changed and focus on the underlying features. “They have the same face shape. The same bone structure. Same skin tone, same build, same mouth.”
“Erin… What else do you know about her?”
“Not much. We only had two brief conversations. She’s a big Zach Torres fan, or so she claimed, and she picked me out as a hodad—”
“A what?”
“A hodad. Someone who hangs around the beach but doesn’t surf. So I guess she does surf. She used
