Olivia was studiously typing at the computer, something Sully had seldom seen her do before—another personal-growth tip from Kyle, he was sure. All was quiet at Healing Choice, and Sully could leave it for an hour with relative assurance that it would still be standing when he got back. The plan had come to him over the course of the week. It was clear that he wasn’t going to track Belinda Cox down using her legal name, not if she was now going by Zahira. He had to go with that for now, because it was all he had. That and a thirteen-year-old photo, which until Thursday night he’d thought was virtually useless, especially in its current state. He’d straightened it out and left it under a pile of art books for three days, but it still looked like it had been used as a large spit wad. He was flipping channels that evening, half watching, half ruminating, when he landed on CSI. One look at the police sketch artist in the episode—some supermodel in a cameo role—and he had an idea.
