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Ryleigh nodded. “I’ll let you know when I find anything of interest.”

“You could hold off until the meeting adjourns,” Teagan said, sounding like she expected compliance. Maybe her top spot in the company carried over into family times.

Ryleigh kept her focus glued to her computer. “I can work and listen at the same time.”

“Next,” Londyn said with authority.

Nate grabbed another piece of pizza and studied the group. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Londyn was the leader. Or even the mediator, moving them on when it seemed like the two siblings were heading for an argument.

“Teagan, maybe you could look into the catering and waitstaff,” Londyn said. “Zeke says they were contained to the kitchen and garden area, but we should still do our due diligence on them.”

“Glad to do it,” Teagan said.

Londyn added that to the board and shifted her focus to Nate as if expecting him to set the next priority. He set down his half-eaten slice of pizza.

“Next, we interview the potential suspects that Charles and Wendy provided,” Nate said, drawing the full attention of all the women except Ryleigh.

He’d been interrogated as a SEAL, but feeling the intensity of their gazes told him he’d have to work hard if any of these women decided to put him under a microscope.

“I agree.” Londyn wrote the task on the board. “That’s a total of six men. It would be good if we split up these interviews and did them ASAP.”

“I can do two of them,” Mackenzie offered.

“Me too,” Peyton said.

“As can I,” Bristol said.

Mackenzie started to speak, but Londyn’s phone rang, and she glanced at it.

“Hold that thought. It’s Sierra.” Londyn answered. “I have you on speaker so our team can hear.”

“And you’ll all want to hear this for sure.” The excitement in Sierra’s tone brought life to the group, and several women leaned closer to the phone. “I lifted a clear print from the blood residue in the car and ran it through AFIS.”

A match in the FBI’s Automated Fingerprint Information System database could mean this guy had a criminal record or he was in law enforcement or the military or even a civil contractor who had to be printed to work for a federal agency.

“And,” Londyn prompted.

“We have a match,” Sierra said. “Guy’s name is Silas Wigg. He’s got a long rap sheet, including charges for assault and battery.”

Londyn spun to look at Nate. “You ever hear of this guy?”

“Never heard the name before,” he answered and polished off the second piece.

“I have his last known address.” Sierra rattled off a home in rural Multnomah County. “My assistant is dismantling the Lexus, and he can handle finishing it if you still want me to process Mimi’s house.”

“Yes,” Nate said. “We’ll head straight for Wigg’s place, but we’ll let the guard at Mimi’s house know to expect you.”

“Thanks, Sierra.” Londyn ended the call.

“I’m very familiar with Silas Wigg,” Bristol said matter-of-factly.

“What?” Londyn gaped at her younger sister. “Way to bury the lead.”

“Not burying. Just waiting until I could get a word in.” She wrinkled her nose.

“How do you know him?” Nate asked.

Bristol rested her hands on the table and started tapping her index finger. “I arrested him for the assault charge Sierra mentioned. It was a domestic call. He beat his wife nearly to death.”

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