Olivia looked at her seriously. \u201cLet me do my job.\u201d<\/p>\n
The old woman clutched the photograph she held against her chest. It was Leonard at eight years old, smiling with missing front teeth. \u201cI\u2019ve spent twenty-seven years letting others do their job while they explained to me why my husband disappeared. I will never wait around sitting down again.\u201d<\/p>\n
The detective didn\u2019t argue. She requested an urgent warrant.<\/p>\n
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Meanwhile, they reviewed the documents that had fallen from Veronica\u2019s purse. There were passports. Plane tickets for that very night. A deed of sale. And a power of attorney supposedly signed by Leonard three days before his death. The document transferred his shares in the construction firm to a company called Pinnacle Development.<\/p>\n
The signature looked correct. But Mrs. Clara noticed something. \u201cMy son never signs just Leonard Vance<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does he sign?\u201d Olivia asked.<\/p>\n
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\u201cLeonard B. Vance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the B stand for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBenjamin.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Veronica stopped faking her serenity. \u201cI didn\u2019t prepare that document.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lawrence turned to her. \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was enough. The detective separated the two.<\/p>\n
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By noon they obtained the warrant to search the hospital construction site. Mrs. Clara insisted on accompanying them. Olivia refused. \u201cThere might be armed men.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I\u2019ll stay outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n