The Lucky Ones by Tiffany Reisz

The Lucky Ones by Tiffany Reisz

Author:Tiffany Reisz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 2017-11-28T20:13:29+00:00


Chapter 17

Sadly, Mr. Internet didn’t seem to know anything useful about the Oregon “Oliver Collins.” Allison scrolled through pages and pages of results on her phone, but none of the Oliver Collinses that turned up was the right Oliver Collins. Too young. Too old. Wrong country. Wrong face.

“I hate when Google fails me,” Allison said with a sigh. They were back in her room, Roland on her bed and Allison in her wicker chair by the window. “Everyone should be on the internet. At least when I’m trying to find them.”

“You’re not,” Roland said. “I had a hell of a time trying to find you online.”

“McQueen likes his ladies to keep a low profile. I have a great Pinterest account, though. All book covers.”

“Of course,” he said. “You can’t find me online, either. No computers allowed in our cells.”

“It really was prison, wasn’t it?”

“Not at all. Prisoners get conjugal visits,” Roland said with a grin. He rolled onto his side facing her. “You said you had a backup plan to find Oliver?”

“I do, but you’re not going to like it.” Allison sat forward in the chair and tugged gently on a loose lock of Roland’s hair.

“If it involves digging through Dad’s medical records, I’m not going to do it,” Roland said. “I won’t stop you, but I won’t be part of it, either.”

“I doubt Oliver’s current address would be in your dad’s old files,” Allison said. “I’ve moved three times in thirteen years. I’m sure he’s moved at least once.”

“Good point. What’s the plan?”

“You maybe want to leave the room for this,” she said with a wary sigh.

Roland narrowed his eyes at her.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“The thing is... McQueen has a whole company that does venture capitalism. They find start-up companies to invest in. But you don’t invest in a company first without doing lots of background checks on the company founders. You don’t want to accidentally give money to a con man or a sex offender. So McQueen has a couple of women on his staff who do nothing but dig up people’s pasts.”

“You’re going to ask your ex...whatever to help us find Oliver?”

“I was thinking about it,” she said.

“Okay,” Roland said. “Call him, then. As long as his ladies on staff don’t do anything illegal.”

“Nah. They have all the databases that private detectives use. It won’t be a big deal to get a phone number or address. I’m calling. Are you staying?”

“I can handle it,” he said.

“All right. Here goes.”

Allison made the call.

McQueen answered after two rings.

“Allison? This is a quite a surprise,” he said.

“Hey,” she said. “Sorry to bother you.”

“No bother at all, sugar. What’s on your mind?”

Sugar? She did the mental math—it would be right about eleven in Louisville right now. Good chance he was already on his third drink of the night.

“I need your help with something.”

“Name it,” McQueen said.

“Name it?” she asked.

“Name it and claim it. You’re talking to a man sitting in a doghouse. Got nothing else to do in here.



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