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“Agent Miller. You might as well come in.”
I stood back, letting him lead the way to the sitting room. He looked around the room, decorated in upscale hotel style, and nodded. “Nice.”
I shrugged and resumed my seat on the couch. Miller walked over to the bedroom, looking around, opening the door to the bathroom.
“No one hiding here,” I assured him.
He returned and settled in a chair. “I had to look. Just to say I did.”
“How did you know I was in town? The teams haven’t announced the trade yet.”
“Your passport is flagged. Someone should have talked to you at Pearson, but anyway, I got the information you were here. I called your agent, and he explained why you were in the country.”
I was a Canadian. Born in Toronto. But for the last ten years I’d only been in the country when my teams played here. Every time that happened, I had this same sit-down with law enforcement. Royal Canadian Mounted Police when it was a western team, Sûreté du Québec in Montreal.
“I’m stuck here for a while.”
He looked out through the window, showing the lights of condos and hotels in the city. “Going to make things easier for the RCMP and the Quebec guys.”
“How so?”
“You won’t be coming through customs. They won’t have to talk to you when the Blaze are playing other Canadian teams. You’ll see more of me though.”
Every time the Blaze came back from an American away game. At least Miller wasn’t bad, compared to some. I think he was almost sorry for me. “Let’s get it done, then.” I waited for him.
He pulled a notebook out of his pocket. “When did you last hear from your parents?”
“Ten years ago, more or less. Before they took off.” Two days before, to be exact.
“And your sister?”
“The same.”
He looked up. “She’s turning eighteen soon. As an adult, she might want to reach out to you.”
She was eighteen now? Shit. My memories were of an eight-year-old. I wouldn’t recognize her, probably. “Not sure she’d know how to find me, since I’ve been moving around.”
He nodded and ticked something on his notepad. “Has anyone approached you on their behalf?”
“No.”
“Have you tried to make contact with them?”
“No.”
“Have you come across any information that could help us apprehend them?”
“No.” I wasn’t sure what I’d do with that if I did find any, but I’d never been tested. My family had vanished as completely as if they’d been abducted.
He sighed and shoved his notebook in his pocket again. He gave me a sympathetic glance. “We know where they are. There’s no extradition, so we can’t do anything about it, but if you were curious…”
I shook my head in a jerk. “I don’t want to know.” They’d ripped off a lot of people in a Ponzi scheme and fled the country, leaving me to answer questions. Why the hell would I want to know where they’d gone?
He stared at me for a moment. “You being here—that’s going to stir some people up.”
There was a reason I’d never signed with a Canadian team. “It wasn’t my choice to come back.”
He shoved to his feet. “If the press or some of the victims get out of line, let me know. I’ll see what I can do.”
