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Drisklay was on the elevator heading back up to his room when the text from Becky Linklater’s mother popped up on his cell.
Yes, that’s her. I’m sure of it.
Drisklay couldn’t have said it was an actual surprise, but he was still a little taken aback. The photograph itself was from an awkward angle. It caught the girl in profile. The most he’d expected was a response like That looks like it could be her but I’m really not sure.
Yes, Mrs. Linklater was a pain to work with. Yes, she called him at ungodly hours to ask about the case or share senseless information that did absolutely nothing to help with the investigation. She was emotionally unstable enough that Drisklay understood why her ex-husband decided not to let her know about the PI he hired.
But she was a mother.
And if
