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especially since she’s dead.” Sabine took a moment to regain her composure. “Still, at least there’s a warrant out for his arrest regarding the mortgage, which is probably why he fled England. I spoke at length with the company who provided the mortgage, and their records show all the arrangements were made through an e-mail address in my mother’s name.” Sabine looked at each of them in turn. “That e-mail address wasn’t hers, which is why the police had to take action.” She pursed her lips. “Not that they looked too hard for him, so I took matters into my own hands.”
    “You’ve had it tough,” Otto said softly. “You’ve lost both your parents and your inheritance, and yet you’ve still come out fighting.”
    “It’s not so much the money. Obviously, I would prefer to have it, but I’m quite capable of earning my own living.” Sabine exhaled. “It’s just the injustice of it all. I can’t get on with my life until I know he’s not doing this to someone else.”
    “Did you find any other victims in England through your online campaign?” Gabe asked, glancing up from his sketching.
    “There are two others there who I know about. Their relatives recognized the pictures of Pearson that I plastered all over the web. He used the surnames Palmer and Price in those cases and altered his appearance a bit. I have to take their word for that since they have no pictures.”
    “Con artists aren’t keen on being photographed,” Gabe said.
    “No, I only managed to get a couple of him when he was with Mum by catching him unawares. He wasn’t happy about it.” Sabine nibbled her index finger and canted her head as she fixed Fin with a penetrating gaze. “The interesting thing about his choice of name is that he used ‘Robert’ in all instances, like it might be his own, and—”
    “It probably is,” Fin said. “And he’d be used to answering to it, thereby avoiding slipups. I suspect his surname starts with a P as well.”
    “Do you know of any other victims over here, beside your client?” Sabine asked.
    “No, but I’m pretty sure there are some. People are probably too embarrassed to come forward, which is what he relies on. He preys on wealthy, lonely women and takes them for a lot, but not everything, so they absorb the loss and keep quiet. Your mother was the exception—probably his swan song before leaving England. He must have thought all his Christmases had come together when he found out how much she was worth and then she got sick.” Fin grimaced. “Sorry, babe, that was insensitive.”
    Sabine shrugged. “But probably true.”
    “He called himself Robert Parsons when he targeted our client’s mom,” Otto said. “So your theory holds up.”
    “He sounds like a real slimeball,” Gabe said.
    “How did you find Spencer?” Fin asked. Mulligan was now lying across his feet and staring up at him through adoring eyes.
    “I got several hits on my blog from people over here saying an Englishman looking a bit like Pearson had been sniffing around the social scene. There were a few from Boston and Rhode Island, but most sightings were in Florida. That didn’t surprise me, what with it being known for its retirees. I figured he must know about the warrant for his arrest so he couldn’t stay in England. He’d have to be in a country that spoke English, and where better than America?”
    Otto raised both brows. “So you threw in your job and hopped on a plane, just like that?”
    “Pretty much. I had a little bit of money left from the sale of Mum’s house, plus my savings.” She shrugged. “I have to see this thing through.”
    “You were explaining about Spencer,” Fin reminded her.
    “Oh, yes. He got in touch. Said he thought he knew where I could find Pearson but wanted to meet me in person to tell me more.”
    “Okay, so why did he insist upon meeting in a national park?” Fin frowned. “Didn’t that strike you as odd?”
    “He was very nervous about being