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relationship at all.”
    Christopher sighed and added Tamara’s name to the left column, too. 
    Until we found out the truth about her, we wouldn’t know where she fit in the puzzle. 
    “Reno, why don’t you see if you can track down the truth about Tamara?” Christopher suggested.
    We continued on for several minutes until the lists had grown significantly.  We’d all run out of ideas, at least for now, and it was a little discouraging to see that the GUILTY list was almost twice as long as the NOT GUILTY one.
    Christopher replaced the cap on the dry erase marker.  “Killeen, you can review the files about our investigation of the identity theft.  Maybe you’ll notice something we missed before.”  He turned to Dallas.  “Track down the insurance company’s lead investigator.  We need to know what evidence they discovered and how they found it.”  He smiled at Liberty.  “Today’s the day you get your cast off, isn’t it?”
    Liberty straightened and lifted her leg so we could all see her purple cast, almost covered with our signatures.  “I can’t wait.  This thing weighs a ton.”
    “I’m sure Tulsa will be glad to have your help with the…,” he continued.
    I was already steps ahead.  “I need access to Michael’s servers, workstations, network and staff.  Where’s their office?”
    Christopher nodded.  “Downtown.  Linked and Michael’s personal residence take up the entire fifteenth floor penthouse of the Riverside condo complex.  I’ll get the address for you.”
    “Are their servers on site?” I asked.
    Christopher shrugged.  Technology was not his strong suit.  “That tech guy will know.”
    “Darius.”  I glanced down at my tablet to make sure I got the name right.
    “Yes, Darius.  He looks like a rap star but Michael says he’s really smart.”
    “I’ve got to get my hands on Michael’s cell phone and see how that text message got pushed out without his involvement.”
    “I’ll call Detective Conrad and see if he’ll let us check it out.  Lakeway is a small department.  I suspect they’ll enlist the help of Austin PD,” Christopher said, then looked around at us.  “Everyone got their next steps? Keep Tulsa posted at all times.  Let’s see if we can avoid getting killed on this one.”  Christopher grabbed his pad of paper and headed out of the conference room toward his office.

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    The doctor’s visit was quick and painless, and Liberty was practically skipping when we left.
    “You’re supposed to take it easy,” I reminded her.
    “I know.  It’s just feels so good to have air on my skin.  And to get to the itches.”  She stopped and scratched her leg, her expression softening to pure bliss.  “Ahhh.”
    We walked back to my car in the parking lot next to the clinic.  Our father, Roger Elliott, had collected cars like some people collect shoes or sports jerseys.  After the details of the will were revealed, we all chose one of his cars for our own use.  Killeen had picked a red Mini-Cooper, Reno had grabbed up a black BMW Z-3 and Dallas’ expensive tastes were reflected in his silver Mercedes SL-Class Roadster.  I, as always, was practical in my choice of a bright blue Ford Edge SUV.  I liked the bulk and power of it, as well as the generous storage space.  If things didn’t work out here, I could always live in it…and I was only half joking when I considered that as an option.  There had been times in my life that I would have loved to have had a safe haven like this vehicle.
    We drove downtown until we found the address Christopher had provided.  It was a spectacular steel structure covered in glass that was tinted blue so that it seemed to disappear into the clear Texas sky. It was shaped in a crescent so that almost all the condos had views of Ladybird Lake and the Congress Street Bridge with its huge resident colony of bats that poured out in a black cloud on their nightly forage.  The Austin