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the baby's father?  Did he visit her?"
     
    "I don't think that poor child had any visitors."
     
    "Danielle, I need the name of the baby's father." 
     
    "I can't give that to you.  The privacy laws prevent me from..."
     
    "She was murdered.  The killer dumped her body like garbage in a wooded area.  The baby's father may be her killer.  I need to find him."  He knew he was screwed if she didn’t give him the name.  A subpoena for the records could take time he didn’t have.
     
    Just as she was about to respond, the other nurse returned and sat in front of her computer.  Danielle moved to a filing cabinet and pulled out a manila file folder.  She looked at him with her index finger pressed against her lips, her eyes pleading with him not to say anything.  She placed the file on the counter near him, opened it and pulled out a white sheet of paper.  With her finger, she pointed to a section of the birth certificate that listed the baby's father — Billy James.  Lane jotted the name in his notepad and smiled at her.
     
    "Lane, it was nice talking to you." She patted his hand and glanced at the file as she closed it.  "I hope you find what you're looking for." 
     
     
     
    Back at the Comfort Inn, he threw his jacket on the bed and opened his laptop to search for Billy James.  He opened his driver's license database and found a Billy James, twenty years old, who listed an apartment address not far from the I.U. campus.  Bingo.  This had to be him. 
     
    He then went to Google where he spotted the entry that listed Billy James, I.U. student on Facebook. The profile photo matched the one from the driver's license database.
     
    Lane clicked on the link and entered the Facebook world of Billy James.  He looked at his photo albums, most of which included an intoxicated Billy toasting beer cans with his drinking buddies. Another album held several photos of Billy with a raven-haired young woman who wore a lot of makeup.  Definitely not Mandy Morris.
     
    He jotted down Billy's apartment address and planned a surprise visit.  He'd learned that unexpected interrogations elicited the most information. He grinned.  He was looking forward to it.
     
     
     
    Frankie Douglas sat in her red sports car in a business parking lot next to a pizzeria on Kirkwood Avenue in Bloomington, watching the building with her camera within reach.  Insurance scam assignments were lucrative for her small private investigation company and this one was turning out to be a gem.  Her focus was Jerry Richards, a man who hadn't worked in three years and was living on his insurance company's disability checks.  Her mission was to discover whether Mr. Richards was indeed physically disabled.  Thus far, she had taken photographs of him mowing his lawn with a push mower, jogging around his neighborhood, playing basketball with his son, and wrestling with a large dog in his front yard.  She'd followed him to Bloomington for some additional photographs before she met with the insurance company.
     
    Frankie yawned and stretched as much as she could in her small car and daydreamed about the bills she'd pay off with the hefty check she'd get for this job.  She poured a cup of coffee from her thermos and listened to the birds chattering to each other in oak trees lining the street.  She pulled out the newspaper she'd plucked from her front porch earlier, and began reading a story on the front page about a young girl's body found in a wooded area near Kramer.  It was a strange place to dump a body.  The wooded area was near the old and the reportedly haunted Mudlavia Hotel located near Kramer. The hotel and spa had been built by a natural spring and in its day and served as a popular place to stay for the rich and famous. It was destroyed by fire in the 1920s, but haunted or not, that didn't stop curiosity seekers from visiting it throughout the years. 
     
    She noticed movement outside the restaurant and saw Jerry Richards lifting a