Page 12 of I Am Salvation

“And…?”

I relay the conversation to her.

“Your parents,” she says, no question in her voice. “They’re the only ones who would know about the pajamas.”

“Yes,” I say. “Do you have any leads? Because I need to find them right away.”

“Already working on it. I may have a lead on their whereabouts. Stefania Locke has been making small donations to a certain charity. Might be nothing. Might be her.”

My heart sinks. I need certainties, not maybes. “Where?”

“New Mexico,” she replies. “Taos, to be exact. They’ve been lying low, living under fake names. The donations are in the name of Stefania Locke, but the address is to a Christina Delaney in Taos.”

New Mexico. Not too far from Colorado.

But why would they be using fake names?

My heart drops.

Have they done something illegal?

Or are they hiding from someone?

My God…

Are they hiding from me?

But they can’t hide from me anymore.

“When can I go?” I ask.

Chapter Four

Diana

I draw in a breath as I put the finishing touches on my correspondence to the mountaintop-project client.

Do I press Send?

I’ve already typed it up, and I’m ready to print out a hard copy to send certified snail mail as confirmation.

This will be the end of my position here at Lund & Lopez.

But not the end of my architecture career.

I’ll do what I perhaps should have done in the first place. Set up my own architecture firm.

I’m new, yes. But I’m good.

I don’t need the hefty salary L & L are paying me, and I’m in a unique position. I have the means to stand up for what’s right.

I feel for Marcus. He needs his job because he has a family to support.

Oh God…

Will I be putting Marcus in jeopardy?

I need to talk to someone before I do anything. I leave the carefully typed email in my drafts folder and grab my purse. It’s after lunchtime anyway, though I’m not hungry.

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