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you and find out what she knows,” Lindsay said.
     
    “My grandmother would have a fit if she thought I was dredging all of this mess up,” he said flatly.
     
    “Are there any other relatives I can talk to?” she asked.
     
    “Maybe my aunt Carol,” he said. “She knows I have been looking into it.”
     
    “Okay, Aunt Carol it is. Give me her number,” she said. “I will let you know on Friday.”
     

Chapter 4
     
    On the drive home, Lindsay called the Paso Robles Police Department to talk to her old friend Dixon Calhoun. Lindsay’s mother Helen had grown up in Paso Robles. Lindsay and her sister had spent many summers there visiting their grandmother.
     
    Dixon was an old friend from those days. He’d lived two blocks away from Grandma Baker and had been a constant playmate.
     
    “Dixon, it’s Lindsay.”
     
    “Oh, the prettiest cop on the planet,” he joked. “How’s homicide? Deader than usual?” He laughed heartily at his own joke.
     
    “Very funny. Actually, I quit the department and had a baby since we last talked,” she said.
     
    “You quit?” he asked in surprised voice. “Why are you calling me? You want a job?”
     
    “Ha,ha. No, I need information. I’m working as a PI now.”
     
    “Ouch, now there’s a demotion. What are you looking for?” he asked.
     
    “An old case. David and Shelly Davenport were murdered in 1977,” she said.
     
    “I remember that. Those murders were big news around here. Everyone in town was scared,” he said.
     
    “Do you remember why?”
     
    “Back then, no one locked their doors. Word around town was the perps just walked in and started shooting. Killed the mom and dad and took the kids. All except the baby,” he said.
     
    “What’s the real story?” she asked.
     
    “I could see if we have the file someplace. Some local guy went to prison for the killings,” he said.
     
    “How do you know that? This happened when you were a kid.”
     
    “I just remember that from some place. Maybe just a rumor,” he said. “I remember my parents talking about drugs being involved too.”
     
    “I’ll see what we have and send it off to you. So, you have a little one now. Boy or girl?” he asked.
     
    “We have a boy. His name is Evan,” she said proudly.
     
    “How’s your mom doing?” he asked.
     
    “She’s doing great. She’s dividing her time between here and San Luis,” she said.
     
    “That must have been some shock finding her parents after all those years.” Dixon said. He was referring to her mother finding out that she was kidnapped from a family when she was a child. A year earlier, when Lindsay’s grandmother died, her mother had discovered the truth.
     
    “Her new family has taken to all of us. My grandmother dotes over Evan,” she said.
     
    Her next call was Carol Davenport Anders, Jeremy’s aunt. “Jeremy told me you’d be calling,” she said in an annoyed, but polite tone. “I haven’t told my mother that he’s doing this. She’s going to think he’s ungrateful after all they have done for him.”
     
    “I don’t understand,” Lindsay said.
     
    “First, he doesn’t go into the family business and now he’s dredging up this unpleasantness,” she said.
     
    “I’m still deciding whether I want to take this case,” Lindsay pointed out.
     
    “What do you want to know?” Carol asked.
     
    “I understand your brother and his wife were murdered. Is that correct?” Lindsay asked.
     
    “Yes, they were,” she said.
     
    “Did the police ever catch their killers?” Lindsay asked.
     
    “Some guy is doing time up in Mule Creek. He got life in prison.”
     
    “What do you remember from that time?” Lindsay asked.
     
    “What do you mean?” Carol asked, not understanding the question.
     
    “Did the police have any idea who or why they were murdered?” Lindsay asked.
     
    “They thought that Shelly was involved in drugs,” she answered.
     
    “Do you remember why they thought