Page 88 of Missing Justice

Now, here she was, feeling jealousy for the first time in years.

I’ve totally fallen for Mad Dog.

As in…

Love.

Her phone buzzed, jarring her, and giving her the much-needed excuse to slam the door on that thought. She snatched it up and saw Teeg’s text.

She was in.

Waking up Matt’s laptop, she followed the instructions Teeg sent and loaded in the address at the top of her list. The software took her to the street view of the first silver truck.

No sticker or emblem of any kind on the back window.

As the next half hour went by, Taylorclick-click-clicked her way through dozens of addresses and street views, her shoulders getting tight and the quiet of the office closing in on her. She took a break to text Beck and Janiece and tell them to keep their heads down and stay out of Leo’s path. As soon as she wrapped up this case, she’d be back and things would once again be normal.

I hope.

Click-click-click, she went to work again.

This could take all day.

Thiswilltake all day.

Could the owner of the silver truck be the same person who’d broken into her condo? The same man who’d attacked her?

Of course, the emblem could have peeled off after all these years. Or the truck could have been sold.

And while she’d rather be chasing down Rosalind and the baby adoption ring, Matt wanted this truck thing cleared up first.

Because his job was to find the man who’d taken Felicity, first and foremost.

What seemed like a thousand clicks later, Taylor froze and blinked her tired eyes.

There. A decal in the back window.

She zoomed in, blinked again, and yep.That’s it!The eagle with ‘God Bless America.’

Shazam!

Unlike the current programs available to the general public that blanked out license plates and other personal information from street views, Teeg’s software allowed her to get up close and personal to the plate. She was jotting down the number and address when a voice from the doorway startled her.

“You must be Taylor.”

Taylor looked up to see who she assumed to be Meg Schock smiling at her.

The woman raised a hand with a purple mug that said,I brake for unicorns. “I brought you coffee.”

Meg looked like a unicorn kind of gal. The boho artist getup she wore was topped off with a long braid and hemp necklace at her throat.

The smell of a good Colombian roast drifted into the air, teasing Taylor’s nose. She returned Meg’s friendly smile. “Just what I need. Thank you.”

Meg entered and handed Taylor the mug. “I’m Meg, by the way. Charlie told me you and Matt have a couple of fresh leads on the Jarvis case.”

The coffee was smooth, dark, and warmed Taylor’s throat. She sighed her pleasure and nodded. “Matt is speaking with Senator Jarvis now about the silver truck with the decal. I may have located it, in fact, so I need to call Matt and let him know. We also have our sights on Rosalind Gardener who runs an adoption agency that’s somehow linked to the TriCare Birthing Center.”

“Hmm.” Meg sipped her coffee and sat in the chair across from Taylor, adjusting the folds of her multicolored skirt. “Do you have any pets?”