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"What are you thinking, Lyons?" Ken asked.
"I... I think I have an idea," Nicky said. She grabbed her laptop and went online, looking up Harold Smith, photographer, Florida.
At first, there weren't any immediate hits. She tried again, this time adding the words art and antique store, then vintage.
That one gained a hit.
The first thing that came up was an article that said: FLORIDA PHOTOGRAPHER HAROLD SMITH, DEAD AT SIXTY-EIGHT.
It was from twenty years ago.
She kept moving through the list and came up with another hit:
HAROLD SMITH, obituary.
Nicky read from the site:
Harold Smith, beloved vintage photographer in the small community of Caledon, Florida, has passed away peacefully at the age of sixty-eight. Survived by his wife, Linda Smith (nee Brooks), and his son, Harrison Smith. Harold was a beloved member of the community who brought joy to others with his talented work.
Contributions in lieu of flowers are to be made to the Caledon Public Library, which was the beneficiary of Harold's will.
Nicky sat back in her chair, reading the words over and over.
Harold Smith.
Harrison Smith.
That was it. Nicky felt it. She looked up at Ken. "It's Harrison Smith," she said.
Ken looked at her, confused. "Harrison Smith?"
"His son, Walker," Nicky said, her pulse racing. "Harold Smith was a semi-famous photographer. He had a kid named Harrison--who should still be alive right now. Caledon is only forty minutes from here."
"Shit," Ken said, grabbing his laptop.
He was finally getting it.
This could be their guy.
"We need to know everything about him," Nicky said. "Most importantly, we need to know where he's living, and if he has a 1998 Hana Kuma."
"I'm on it," Ken said, typing away at his computer.
Nicky began working on her own computer, searching for any and all information about Harrison Smith. She found a few articles, but there was very little information about him online. After digging through a few websites and forums, Nicky learned that Harrison Smith had never left the small community of Caledon, and although he'd tried to get his photography out there, he never picked up the same traction his father did. Vintage photography had become less desirable in the area, and not many people were buying or selling it. Harold Smith's legacy eventually faded, and Harrison never made a name for himself. He also never married or had kids, and his mother died five years after his father did. Professionally, he worked as a janitor.
He fit the profile perfectly. A lonely man with an unfulfilled legacy, a desire to be seen. He was forty-five now, the right age to fit the profile as well.
Nicky got a photo of him from the database. He was a tall, thin, balding man with a bird-like face. Nicky found a phone number and an address.
She felt the adrenaline rush through her veins. This time, it could be for real.
"He has no criminal record," Ken said, "but he does have a car registered in his name."
Nicky lifted her eyes, locking gazes with Ken. He didn't even need to say it.
Harrison Smith had a Hana Kuma.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
