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“I need to take this, Tillie. I’ll give it back to you later,” said AJ.

“It’s not mine. Like I said, it belongs to the agency. I turned all the tracking software and GPS off.”

“Good girl, but we’re going to make sure it was all turned off. We’ll let you know if we find out anything else about your friend.”

“Thank you, AJ. Thanks, Hiro.”

“Sure thing,” they both nodded.

The table full of friends and family all stared at her, and she smirked, nodding her head.

“I know the drill. I don’t leave the property without someone, and I don’t take calls from any strange numbers. Not my first rodeo.”

CHAPTER NINE

“Alright,” said Ela. “I need you to try and remember every detail about this man and the two women. You guys talk, and I’ll sketch. Okay?”

The group nodded at her, Tillie beginning.

“I’ll start with Brad. I think he’s late forties, maybe early fifties. He had dark hair with a little bit of gray at the temples. Dark eyes, probably brown, but I never looked closely. His face was somewhat full, puffy cheeks. He was probably five-ten, maybe five-eleven.”

“What about weight?” asked Ela.

“I’m not sure,” said Tillie.

“I’d say two-ten, maybe two-twenty,” said Leo. “He was a bit soft around the middle. Definitely not a guy that worked out or ran. I remember that his hands were soft when I shook his hand. No calluses. Probably had never done any manual labor.”

“I never paid attention to that,” said Tillie, looking at him.

The others all nodded. As they continued with the others’ additions to the description, Ela finally set aside the drawing and started on the women.

“Jewel is late twenties, early thirties,” said Tillie. “She kept commenting that we could be best of friends because we were close in age. I know she pissed Gemma off by saying that because Gemma was maybe forty or so. I’m sorry, I don’t remember her giving me an exact age.”

“It’s okay,” smiled Ela. “Give me Jewel’s details.”

“Five-four, I think,” started Tillie. “I was definitely four or five inches taller than her. She had a nice figure, but as far as weight…”

“Probably one-thirty-five,” said Mav. Tillie’s brows raised, and she smiled at him. “It’s what we do, Till. Nothing else.”

“I know. It’s just that you guys are really good. She had dark blonde hair, brown eyes, very full lips.”

“Like the kind that are augmented by injections?” asked Ela.

“I’m pretty sure,” said Tillie. “She might have had other facial injections as well. Her cheekbones seemed a bit exaggerated. She had five or six holes in her ears. Lots of tiny earrings.”

“That’s good,” said Ela. “Piercings are difficult to hide even when you take the jewelry out.”

The rest of the team weighed in on the younger woman and then started to give their descriptions of Gemma. She was a plain woman with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and an average figure. There was nothing remarkable about her. No jewelry, not even a watch.

When Ela finished all three drawings, she turned them around, and they all gasped.

“That’s amazing. That’s them,” said Tillie.

“Good,” smiled Ela. “Even if we can’t get hold of the agency you guys were working for, we have these. The boys can search missing person files, driver’s license photos, passport photos, everything you can think of. This should yield something for us.”

“Thanks, Ela. You were always the very best,” smiled Tillie.

“I appreciate that. Lucky for me, my husband thinks so as well.” Marc Jordan, one of the Jordan triplets, leaned over his wife’s shoulder and kissed her sweetly.

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