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connection has legal standing. It appears Fred Graham had adaughter he never acknowledged. The connection is through Charlotte’s mother. I’ve got threads that suggest Charlotte changed her last name to Graham in 2006.
    Charlotte Graham owns residential property in Silverton, WI, that she bought in 2007 and paid for with cash. The truck she drives is registered to that address. She leased the storefront using the law firm of Baird, McRay, & Scott out of New York. All bills related to the storefront route to that law firm.
    Before 2006 the picture is murky. Looks like Charlotte’s from Texas. Age unknown. Marital status unknown. Birthplace unknown. Prior name unknown.
    Eric Chapel had added a handwritten note.
    She might be the sketch artist CRM. Serious talent if I’ve got her pegged right. More as I find it. Call if you have further specific questions.
    Bishop thoughtfully folded the page. It wasn’t what he expected. The art in the shop next door had caught his attention, and he wondered if he’d find something with those initials. If she was more than just a passive owner, was now running the transportation and warehouse company, he doubted the business was something she found easy to do or that it gave her much time for her art. He had some sympathy for her situation. The fact she’d inherited a company and the responsibilities of it, along with some wealth, had a familiar ring.

THREE
    P aul Falcon leaned against his wife’s worktable and waited for her to stop typing. Ann had lifted a finger when he walked into their shared home office to signal she needed another minute. He had no idea what story she was working on—she was stingy about giving out details before it was done—but she would work the hours to write it, and he would enjoy the book when it was done. Black was leaning against his knee, and out of habit Paul shared a pretzel from his handful with the dog.
    “Thank you. Done for the day.” Ann glanced back at the screen. “Or at least for the next hour.”
    Paul leaned over and kissed her.
    She offered a smile and kissed him back as her attention fully shifted away from the story to him. “Welcome home.”
    “It’s late. I brought work home with me. Dinner smells good.”
    “Jackie said put the crock pot on low and leave it alone. I could do that.”
    He smiled. “We’ll both enjoy it.”
    “How was work?”
    “Decent day.” Though she had been out of law enforcement for a while, her security clearance was still higher than his, so he told her the details while she worked his tie loose. “Someonemight be studying security around the former Sears Tower, and it’s got me worried. On the good side, we finally busted that shipment company moving cash around for the Madoni family. Didn’t net as much cash as I hoped, but it sent a message.”
    “How much?”
    “Sixteen million. I think we hit their supply of fives and tens, so it might at least annoy them a bit.”
    He nudged her toward the couch in their office so he could sit and put his feet up for twenty minutes. “Sam and Rita are out on a date tonight. They don’t think I know, but give a boss credit for being a good sleuth. Dinner at Porchello’s followed by music somewhere I didn’t manage to nail down. Probably not the question tonight, but it looks promising. That was my day. How was yours?”
    “Pretty quiet. I slept in, read a book, typed on a story. Your dad called—he said you should call him back. Boone wants to buy an ice-skating rink. Your mom said yes for lunch tomorrow here, and we’re going to go shopping afterwards. Black and I discussed a play date with Jasmine.”
    Paul glanced down at the dog, now looking up at the sound of his name. “Budding romance is getting serious, is it?”
    The dog slapped a tail against the floor, then leaned over to pick up Ann’s shoe and disappeared toward the bedroom.
    Ann watched him leave. “The problem is he only puts one of them away.”
    Paul laughed, and relaxed for the