Jackson?â
âJust trying to make a point.â
âWhich is?â
âThe big city doesnât have all the advantages over us country folks.â
âNo,â he agreed. âI can see that.â
She paused in eating her own sea bass bisque. âYou know, Detective Ames, it hasnât escaped my notice that weâve been together for a half hour or more now and you still havenât asked about Tommy.â
Walker sighed and put his sandwich down. âTo tell you the truth, Iâm not sure what to ask. Until you called, I didnât even know he existed.â
âYou and your sister werenât close?â
Walker recalled a time when they had been. Beth had trailed him around adoringly, pleading to be allowed to play with him and his friends. He had tolerated his younger sister because no one knew better than he that they received little or no attention at home.
âShe was a beautiful little girl,â he said, recalling her huge blue eyes and halo of strawberry blond curls that hadlater darkened to a golden hue. âShe was always laughing. Then she got involved with Ryan Flanagan, and the laughter died.â
The social worker regarded him sympathetically. âHow old was she?â
âSixteen, still a girl, really, but we couldnât stop her. My parents tried in a halfhearted way. I tried, but I was away at college and Beth was starved for attention. When Ryan asked her to run away with him, it was too much for her to resist, I guess. When our parents died, I couldnât even locate her. I had to tell her about their deaths the next time she checked in, which was three or four months later, around the time she and Flanagan got married. She called to give me the big news.â
The anger and dismay heâd felt back then was still alive in him today. âI wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her, but it was too late.â
âWas that the last time you heard from her?â
âNo, she called again after heâd abandoned her. She was all alone, scared and pregnant. I wired her some money and begged her to come home. I was married by then. I told her she could stay with us until she had her baby.â He shrugged. âShe said she might not even have the baby, and she never did show up. And that was the last time I heard from her. She was somewhere outside of Las Vegas.â
âIâm sorry,â Mrs. Jackson said. âThat must have been very difficult for you.â
âIt drove me nuts,â he said honestly. âHere I was, this big city cop with all sorts of investigative skills and a lot of high-tech resources at my disposal, and I couldnât even find my own sister. Turned out she was a couple of hours away and I didnât even know it.â
âYou should know better than anyone that a person who wants to drop out of sight can pull it off if theyâre clever enough. Maybe she was making her way back to you when she ended up here. Maybe she just wanted to be back on her feet by the time she saw you. She and Tommy had been here a few years. They were doing well. She worked a variety of jobs, since much of the work around here is seasonal. She cleaned houses from time to time, waited tables, helped out in several of the shops.â
âWhy not just one job?â
For an instant Mrs. Jackson looked uneasy. âI suppose itâs of no consequence now, but she seemed to have this fear of getting âcaught up in the system,â as she put it. Several people offered her full-time work, but when it came time to fill out the paperwork she balked.â
Walker uttered a curse. âThat was Flanaganâs paranoia at work. No Social Security number, no taxes, nobody tracking his every move. The man liked living on the fringes of society, picking up odd jobs whenever he could, always for cash. I thought Beth was smarter than that.â
âIâm sure she was. In fact, sheâd been