He sat next to me with his back against the headboard of my bed. I rested on my side with a pillow between my legs, hoping my back pain would ease. "What am I supposed to do, Tyler? Go hunting all over the Outer Banks for a man I wouldn't know if he was standing three feet in front of me?" I was wondering if I should have updated Tyler about all that had happened since I found the money in my bank account. Tyler shook his blond hair back out of his face and rolled his blues. "Well, why don't you get a picture? If that woman at the hospital gave you his address from his file then that means she could get more. When my grandpa was in the hospital, the employees wore photo ID badges. They had to have a picture to put on the nametag, and I bet they kept a copy in his file." I didn't know why Tyler surprised me. I should have been used to the fact that Tyler was much smarter than I was at thirteen years old, and I suspected that the kid was smarter than I was at my current age of eighteen. Why had I not already thought of asking Jean Simmons to get a picture of Chapman?
