Here We Come (Aggie's Inheritance) (141 page)

They
stood
around
the
store
security
center,
waiting
for
the
technician
to
find
the
appropriate
section
of
video.
The
salesclerk
fought
to
think
of
any
helpful
information,
but
as
hard
as
she
was
trying,
he
didn’t
credit
most
of
what
she
said
with
any
validity.
Several
calls
came
through,
each
one
with
the
same
message.
“We
can’t
find
any
evidence
of
either
one
of
them
anywhere.
”

“Ok,
here
it
is.”

William
watched
the
screen
closely.
Geraldine
seemed
to
know
where
the
security
camera
was,
but
she
used
her
left
hand
to
fiddle
with
her
hair
to
hide
her
face—the
hand
that
wore
her
unique
wedding
ring.
Ellie
looked
fine
and
healthy
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
agitation
in
the
child
at
all.
“Well,
she’s
not
afraid,
she
looks
happy
and
normal.
This
is
good,”
he
muttered.
“I
need
a
copy
of
that
tape
please.”
The
next
scene
showed
Geraldine
handing
over
cash
and
receiving
a
large
store
bag
in
exchange.
“And
it was
cash.”

Minutes
later,
William
forced
himself
out
the
door
and
onto
the
street.
Aggie
was
going
to
the
residential
home.
He’d
start
there.
It
seemed
the
most
reasonable
action.

His
phone
rang
non-stop
as
he
drove
through
the
streets,
onto
the
loop,
and
then
through
the
quieter
areas
of
Rockland
to
the
home.
The
FBI
wanted
all
information
he’d
gleaned.
Aggie
wondered
if
it
was
violating
the
restraining
order
to
see
Douglas.
The
next
call
was
from
Megan
,
telling
him
that
a
woman
matching
Geraldine’s
description
was
seen
alone
in
a
grocery
store
approximately
ten
blocks
from
Willis
&
Foster.

“I’m
turning
back.
I’ll
go
to
the
home
if
I
don’t
get
anything
from
the
store.
Can
you
call
ahead
and
have
them
get
any
video
from
the
parking
lot
or
the
store?”

Megan
assured
him
she
would
before
disconnecting.
William
did
something
he
rarely
had
the
chance
to
do
and
flipped
on
his
lights,
making
a
sharp
U-turn
on
a
yellow
light.
“We’re
getting
close,
Mrs.
Stuart.
I
knew
it
was
you.”

~*~*~*~

The
residential
home
looked
nothing
like
any
residential
home
Aggie
had
ever
seen.
Located
in
the
older
upscale
area
of
Rockland,
it
wasn’t
very
far
from
the
h
ouse
she’d
sold
back
to
the
Stuarts
after
Allie
and
Doug
died.
The
place
was
enormous
but
certainly
not
large
enough
to
house
more
than
a
dozen
people
—if
that
many.

“At
least
Mr.
Stuart
is
getting
good
care
in
a
nice
place
in
the
absence
of
his
wife,”
she
muttered
as
she
rang
the
doorbell
and
waited
for
the
intercom
to
answer.