insults."
"Same determination. Same stubborn-streak." With that bit of indigestion, he turned and walked out. "We’ll talk tomorrow."
Not if I solved this today.
I watched Levine leave, nearly colliding with Caleigh as she walked in with a proud smile. Danny followed a step behind.
"Where’s Sam?" I asked.
"On the way back, she got a call from her sitter. Something about a stomachache, so she went home."
Watching Samantha load and shoot a gun like Rambo sometimes made me forget her other job was titled "Mom".
"Hope her kid's okay," I said.
Maya struck the keys on her keyboard with her French-manicured acrylic tips. "So I found Advent Paper’s website. As it turns out, they’re an online store that specializes in envelopes, stationary, parchment. Who knew there were so many paper choices?"
Caleigh walked around the reception desk and stared at the screen. She tapped Maya’s shoulder with the back of her hand. "Let me at it."
Maya stood and gave up her seat.
"It shouldn’t be too hard to get into their database and find their customer list."
While she attacked the keys, Danny grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of their earshot. "I saw Levine drive off as we pulled in."
"Yeah. Thanks for ratting me out, by the way."
At least Danny had the decency to look sheepish. "He called me last night after I got home. He said he wanted to help you."
"Yeah, well, he's delusional. He thinks talking to the ADA will be enough to clear me."
Danny paused, chewing on that thought. "I can't say I totally agree with that strategy. That Prince guy was shifty last night. I don't trust him."
"That makes two of us," I mumbled.
"But, Levine is a good lawyer. If he says you should turn yourself in..."
I stared at him as he trailed off. "Really? Et tu, Danny?"
"Got it," Caleigh cried, saving him from answering.
Damn, that girl was fast. We hurried to the desk. She clicked the mouse, and the printer hummed to life.
"There are five customers who purchased this paper in the past year."
"Not a big seller," I mumbled.
Caleigh walked to the end of the desk and lifted the page from the printer’s tray. "Crystal McKinley," she said, reading the first name from the list.
Maya slid back into her chair.
I circled the desk as she brought up Google. Links to a Crystal McKinley’s Facebook and Tumblr appeared at the top of the page. Maya clicked the Facebook link, and we were taken to a page of a teenaged redhead sporting a duck-face and inch-thick black eyeliner under her eyes.
"They really should offer cosmetology classes in high school," Caleigh said.
"That’s definitely not her," I said.
"Okay, how about Edgar Washington."
Maya’s fingers flew across the keys as Caleigh spoke, so by the time I could remind them we weren’t looking for a man, an image of a wrinkled guy with skin the color of ash sprang up.
"Pass."
"Well, I guess we can also cross off Timothy Weiner. That’s leaves Donna Martinez and Gail Baxter."
Maya clicked a few more keys, typing in the names. A moment later a picture of Faux Mrs. Waterston filled the monitor. Instead of the Audrey Hepburn look though, she wore her long, dark hair down. It flowed over her shoulders and she appeared softer, more angelic than the woman I’d met.
A flood of anger hit me.
She definitely had a talent for disguise. If she wasn’t a murderer or trying to frame me, she’d make a great Bond girl.
"That’s her."
Donna Martinez.
CHAPTER NINE
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"Donna Martinez lists her profession as actress," Maya informed us, clicking open another window. "But, according to the IMDB, she hasn’t had any significant roles. Not even a commercial."
IMDB was the Internet Movie Database, and if Donna had done anything from extra work in an indie flick to voice-over in a cartoon, it would have been there. "Wanna-be," I concluded, not surprised as the title covered half the residents of the L.A. Basin. "So what does she really do?
"Works nights as a