Elijah POV
We found a coffee shop that was kind enough to let us use their outlets, plugged in our laptops, and set out what we knew.
“So. Husbands one and two were both missing for a time in 2000, and died of mundane circumstances,” I recapped. “I’m pulling up the autopsy reports now…”
“Edwin also went missing in 2000, in a way. Packed up his stuff and ran off…” Jerome thoughtfully sipped his coffee and shot a flirtatious wink at the waitress who’d served it. He smirked when she blushed and looked away. “Either he knew something was coming for him, or he was coming for them.”
“Knowing what we know, I would assume the latter,” I said. “Uh-oh. Look at this.”
Jerome scooted his chair closer so he could see my screen. “Well, damn if that doesn’t look familiar,” his eyes slid from the sc
