Page 96 of The Fate of Us

He shakes his head. “Probably not.”

I mock throwing up in a garbage can and Marcus chuckles at me. “I didn’t sleep with her, Noah.”

“I couldn't care less if you did.”

Marcus looks at me strangely. “You seem to be in a better mood.”

I smile at him, a genuine smile, not the fake one I have been sporting around the precinct for the last month.

Ever since I took Anna home on Friday night she has been texting me every day. Our conversation gave me hope in us. And I think she felt the same. I didn’t want to fight with her. I did just want her to come home with me so I could watch over her but I know she needs her space. I don’t blame her. If Kyle were alive I wouldn’t want him living with us.

All I needed to hear were those three words from Anna and she gave them to me freely. She still loves me. And the kiss we shared reassured me things will be okay. And that’s enough to let me continue to make do in the situation we are in. I know she is safe with Liam. He would never let anything hurt her but the case I’m working on weighs heavily.

As I review evidence that the note in her car is not the MO of our perp, I release a sigh of relief, but I want to know who the hell left that note in her car. She told me Claire was at the bar Friday night. The words on the note make sense with Claire’s madness. But we ran some prints and they aren’t Claire’s.

And now that Marcus got this information for me I am so much closer to having Anna come home. I smile at Marcus. “I am in a better mood. This helps a lot,” I say as I hold up the paper.

“Oh, that’s not all, Taylor. Not only does she seem to have three identities, but I found something even better.” He throws a stack of papers on my desk. “I found multiple credit cards with the name Eduardo Torres on them in her wallet. So I did some digging. Torres is married. Married to a woman named Marie Torres maiden name DeWitt. The same name that shows up on that ID.”

“She changed her name. Why couldn’t we find this out before? We searched her social.”

He points at the papers on my desk. “She changed her name twice. Once right after she left you. I think that must have been the name you found. And then she must have changed it again when she met Torres. But somehow she changed her social because it’s a different number. It’s why you couldn’t find her. Her and Torres have been married for almost four years. He has a huge investment firm. Lives on the upper east side of Manhattan.”

Four years? We were still married at that point. Which means this marriage isn’t legal.

“I also found court documents. He is filing for divorce.”

I scan through all the information Marcus found out. If my divorce doesn’t stand with the court, then she would have been legally married to me when she married someone else. We have proof of her having two social security numbers so her new marriage would be null and void. “I’m guessing she was hoping to get money out of her husband.”

“It would appear so but she signed a prenup. She can’t get anything from him.”

“Then why would she come back to me?”

Marcus sits on the corner of my desk. “If your divorce was never legal like you said she is trying to prove then she could be coming to you for the money.”

I shake my head. “That makes no sense. She had a good job when I was going through that divorce. She was doing fine for herself. I wouldn’t have had such harsh terms if I thought she needed help.”

Marcus grabs his chin like he’s thinking. “I couldn’t find a job history for Marie Dewitt or Marie Torres, at least for the last three years.”

“I need to go talk to my brother.” I gather up all the papers on the desk and shove them into a manila envelope. “Marcus, you didn’t need to do all this.”

He shrugs as he stands. “Like I said, you’re only as good as your partner. I need to make sure you have my back like I do yours.”

I smack him on the shoulder. “I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one!” he shouts as I race out of the precinct.

* * *

I bargethrough my brother’s office door and find him on the phone. He flips me the bird as I shut the door behind me. I throw the envelope on his desk and he opens it while saying mmhmms and rights on the phone.

He flips through the documents, his eyes bugging out as he reads.

“I need to go,” he says into the phone, hanging up immediately. “Where the hell did you get this?”

“Marcus seduced her to get her IDs.”

“No shit.” He looks up at me for a second with a smirk. “This is fucked up. That woman is crazy.”

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