Free Deceptive by Sara Rosett

page.”
    Zoe shook her head as Carla scrolled through two more pages.
    “Wait.” Zoe pointed at a photo of an attractive woman with dark hair. “I think that’s her. Her hair is longer than when I saw her, but the face is the same.”
    “Looks like her profile is private. Let me see what I can do.” Carla hummed a few bars of
Smoke on the Water
as she typed. Zoe eased back a few steps so she wouldn’t be looming over Carla, but she was completely focused on the computer, her fingers tapping away at the keys. Jack sent Zoe a raised eyebrow look. Zoe shrugged.
    After a few minutes, Carla leaned back. “We’re in.” Zoe and Jack closed the distance and looked over Carla’s shoulder as she read, “Hometown, Chicago. College at the University of Washington,” she said with a nod at Jack. “Her last employer is listed as ComTech in San Bernardino, California.”
    “Must have wanted some sun after all that rain,” Zoe said. “What else?”
    “Nothing recent. She hasn’t posted a status update since she went on a vacation almost three years ago. The last updates are photos of her on a beach in Saint-Tropez.” Carla switched to the contact information page. “Excellent.” A smile spread across her face. “Email addresses, just what we need.”
    “The Facebook.com address probably doesn’t have much,” she said, her fingers already tapping the keyboard. “I don’t know anyone who actually uses their Facebook email address. I’ll concentrate on the Yahoo address.” She typed a few strokes, paused, then said under her breath, “Okay, let’s try it another way.”
    Finally, she hit ENTER like a concert pianist striking the final key during a performance of Beethoven’s Fifth and spun toward them, eyes shining. “What did I tell you? Easy-peasy. You’re in luck. Looks like she still uses this email account.”
    “What are her most recent emails?” Jack asked.
    “Um...well, I think we can assume she’s a shopper. Maybe a shopaholic. She’s got emails in here from Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus, Gucci, Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, and Armani as well as a couple of other ones that I haven’t heard of, but I bet they’re expensive.” Her voice changed. “Now this is interesting. Some airline ticket confirmations. Four days ago she was scheduled to fly from Naples, Italy to Paris.”
    Zoe and Jack exchanged a glance. “It fits with what Oscar told us,” Jack said.
    “But Naples?” Zoe said, “Do you think she’s there?”
    “No idea,” Jack said, “but it’s a start.”
    “Naples,” Zoe muttered. “It always seems to come back to Naples.” She and Jack had traveled to Naples last year in an attempt to discover who was behind the fraud at Jack’s company.
    She thumped down in the other office chair. “It’s a start, but Naples is huge. Can you narrow down where she’s sending the emails from? Can you get a location on her computer...or something?”
    Carla shook her head. “Nope, I already checked. She’s a little lax on password security—that’s how I got into her account, but she does use a virtual private network to hide her IP address. I traced it back through a couple of European servers to a location in Nevada, but couldn’t get farther than that. I can work on it though.”
    “Don’t sound so eager,” Zoe said. “I think you’d better step away from the computer. I feel a bit like I’ve bought a drink for an alcoholic who’s been on the wagon.”
    “It was fun. I haven’t done anything like that in years. But you’re right, I don’t want to go back there,” she said with a sigh. “Not if I want to keep my day job, anyway. There’s a second airline reservation. She’s flying into Paris again. Departs Naples on the fifteenth and returns on the sixteenth.”
    “The fifteenth? That’s tomorrow.” Zoe and Jack exchanged a look. Zoe hopped up and crossed the room so she could study the computer herself. “She arrives at six. She could be going back to the gallery. Do