Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 128488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Noelle moved back to the one from Slovakia, reading quickly through the headlines for that one. Several young girls had gone missing. Children under twelve. There was once a man who collected things, very fine things. Jewels. Rubies. Emeralds. Diamonds. And he draped them on the women he stole. No, if she was going to take the man who’d told her the story at his word, then this didn’t exactly fit.
She flipped the page, reading brief snapshots of crimes from the Netherlands that weren’t quite right either. There was the headline from an article near the bottom of that page that interested her, and she read the small portion that Evan had printed out and compiled on the one page. “Do you have the entirety of this article printed out?” she asked, tapping her finger on the one she meant.
He craned his head slightly and then nodded. “Hold on.” He had another folder on the other side of his desk, and he pulled that one out, going through the larger stack. She liked how he’d compiled snippets for each geographical location onto one page. It made it much easier to get an idea of what she was thumbing through. A few of them she’d been able to dismiss right away, as the timing didn’t quite work as far as the age of the man she thought they were dealing with.
She scanned the page he’d handed her. “Local authorities looked into a man in Brussels named Dedryck Van Daele, the heir to Van Daele Diamonds, a major diamond-mining company.” She looked up. “Diamonds?” Jewels. He draped them in jewels . . .
Evan nodded. “I remembered you mentioned jewels and thought that might be an interesting link.”
She read through a few more paragraphs. “So they looked into this man named Dedryck because a few young women went missing in the area where he lived, and one of those women—a waitress in town—told her friend that Dedryck had invited her to a party a few nights before she disappeared.” She frowned. “That’s all the evidence they had? That sounds kind of weak.”
“I guess the local authorities thought so, too, because I didn’t find any more information about the police looking at him for the other disappearances that followed.”
“Did Dedryck have children? Specifically twins?”
“No,” Evan said. “At least none that he claimed at the time. I actually can’t find any more information on him after that one article. The family business is no longer in operation.”
“Hmm.” That was interesting too. There was no one available to carry on the family dynasty? Or had it failed financially? Was it worth looking into? “Dedryck would be . . . what, in his eighties?” she asked. “Did you look for a record of his death?”
“I did, but none exists. So either I didn’t look hard enough or he’s still alive but living and working somewhere else.”
“Odd.”
“I thought so too. But again, it might not be connected to the man who told you that story.”
She sighed, setting the papers on his desk. “Even so, these crimes aren’t even related to ours. They may or may not have something to do with some man I barely remember who told me a story that might be a lie.” And if he’d told it to her for some other purpose, she had no idea what that might be. She let out a short laugh that held more frustration than humor. “I feel like we’re wading into the weeds, Evan.” And potentially about to trip down rabbit holes.
He ran a hand over his face. He looked as frustrated as she felt. And tired too. He was the one who’d stayed up half the night downloading files about missing women near and far.
“And I’m running out of time,” she said softly. “I have less than a week before I’m scheduled to go home. I cleared out my dad’s storage locker. I can’t just hang around town. I need to get back to my life. I need to get back to Callie.”
“You promised two weeks.”
“That’s up in five days.”
“We’ve made progress, though.”
“Not enough.” She looked toward the window momentarily. “Listen, with your approval, I’m going to give that money to Louise.” They’d discussed the money they found among Dow’s things briefly on the plane to Vegas but hadn’t come to any conclusions. Noelle knew she could have made a reasonable claim to it, considering it had almost certainly been the money her dad had been paid for her mother’s ring. But he’d also apparently given it to Dow for reasons unknown. Noelle didn’t feel right keeping it. And if the past-due medical bills she’d spotted on Louise’s coffee table were any indication, the woman could use it.
“Are you sure?” Evan asked. “We could use it to buy your mom’s ring back.”
She shook her head, even while a buzz of yearning vibrated under her ribs. She wanted that ring. But . . . what did it matter? It wasn’t like it had good memories attached to it, for her or for her father. Her mother had cheated on him and been shot because of the affair that led to her being where she shouldn’t have been. “No. I’d rather give it to Louise.”