Page 167 of One Wrong Move

“Or her maiden name, Timal,” Andi said.

“I’ll go do the search,” Greyson said, tucking a legal pad under his arm and heading for his desk.

Christian sat back. “If we’re lucky, there’s still property in one of her names.”

“Or Cyrus’s name,” Riley added.

“Excellent point,” Christian said.

“I’ll go ask Greyson to run Cyrus’s name as well,” Riley said, bouncing from the room.

Christian shook his head. Always so much energy.

Andi had a knowing smirk on her face.

“No,” he said. “Not possible.”

Deckard frowned. “What isn’t?”

Christian sighed. “Andi’s got this theory about Greyson and Riley.”

Deckard’s brow pinched. “How they drive each other crazy?”

“No. That there’s ...interestthere,” he said, tapping his pen against the table as he tried to erase the notion from his mind.

Deckard laughed. “That’s hysterical.”

Andi and Harper exchanged a knowing glance.

“Not you too?” Christian said, looking at Harper.

She shrugged. “I’m with Andi on this one.”

“You both are off,” Deckard said, setting his front chair legs back on the floor.

Time slithered by like oozing tar—slow and engulfing.

Greyson finally returned. “Okay. I found a property in the last name Timal.”

“In Lordsburg?” Andi asked.

“Just outside of town. Riley’s digging through more records, but I’m going to guess it was their childhood home since it was in her maiden name.”

“Got it,” Riley said, rushing through the doorway. “The property belonged to Luis and Margaretta Timal. The 1990 census shows them having two children. A boy and a girl. Ages one year old and ten.”

“Cyrus and Teresa.”

“Correct.”

“Great job, as always,” Christian said. “We’ve got a five-hour drive ahead, but we’ll still easily beat them there.”

“I’ll be here if you need anything looked into or found,” Greyson said.

Christian nodded.

“I’ll go,” Riley said.

Greyson looked over at her, concern in his eyes.

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