“That’s Roxie Cannon, with two n’s in the middle. I need whatever you can find, all the way back to birth. She works as a barmaid at a dive called The Ruckus here in Cobalt City. Beyond that, all I know is that she claims to have spent her childhood in the foster care system.” He was already nodding when he heard the disclaimer come from the other end of the line. “I know juvenile records can get tricky. Privacy laws, yeah, yeah. Just do whatever you can.” He disconnected as he headed down the hallway past Lexie’s office. The investigative firm he was using wasn’t local, but they were the best. He wouldn’t trust this task to anyone else. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something just wasn’t right with the women’s stories. They just didn’t jive. Like the two of them, night and day. How could identical girls have been split up like that? Gone on to lead such different lives? He shook his head. He really didn’t like leaving Lexie alone right now. She was vulnerable, and she was hurting.
