Page 61 of Unruly
“Yes, in my records.”
“Your records?”
“I know it’s not the internet, but we do have access to records on many of the living. Things just take a little longer to find.”
“Okay, that’s wicked cool. Do you know where the family might live now?”
“Yes. They’ve never left Boston. They live in an area called Back Bay.”
“Ah. They’re still rich.”
“Is that a wealthy neighborhood?”
“It’s pretty posh. So, what do you suggest? Do we just show up?”
“Let me ask you this, Borja. What would you do if I were not here?”
I grin, nodding. “Okay, yeah, I would probably try to see if I could find them in a public environment, maybe where I could just approach them without, you know, crashing their house.”
“That’s a thought. Anything else?”
“Uh, if I couldn’t do that, I would probably see if I could call instead of just showing up. People don’t really like that in New England—just showing up. Especially rich people. They’d probably be pretty suspicious of us.”
“Then let’s start there.”
“Let me grab my phone. I’ll see if there’s any public events they might be at.”
I return to the bedroom quickly to get my phone, then take my place next to Farnsworth on the couch again. “What’s their name?”
“It’s still Wolcott.”
“Perfect. Any kind of first name?”
“The cousin is Howard, but it would be Howard’s descendants at this point, right?”
“Howard Wolcott descendants.” I type it into my phone screen, adding “of Boston” before hitting search.
“I might have found a person that could be connected to their family,” Farnsworth says, flipping through a thick book. “His name is Michael.”
I tap on my screen, scrolling through the results, then I search “Michael Wolcott, related to Howard Wolcott” and right away I hit pay dirt.
“Holy crap!”
“What?” Farnsworth asks, leaning close to me.
“Michael Wolcott is a gallery owner in Boston.”
“A gallery?”
“An art gallery. They’re having a silent auction two nights from now. He’s got to be there. It’s his gallery.”
“How opportune.”
“Heck yeah, this is perfect. We can just show up at the gallery, find out who Michael is, and see if we can talk to him.”
“Is it a private gallery?”
“No, it’s open to the public.”
