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been paid to read, anyway.

"That's what happened," Katie said.

I shrugged. "All right."

"What the hell do you mean, 'all right'? She either did or she didn't." The Joyce sisters were not going to let go of this bone.

"Believe what you want to believe. I already told you what she died of."

"She was a good woman. Why would you make that up?"

"Exactly. Why would I make that up?" And what was wrong with a woman having gone through childbirth?

"So who was the father?" Lizzie asked, as abruptly as she'd asked about the death.

"I have no idea."

"Then..." Lizzie floundered to a halt. She was a woman who wasn't used to floundering. She didn't like it. "Why'd you say it?"

I really had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. "I said it because I saw it, and you wanted me to find your grandfather's grave myself," I said, with fabulous diction. "To give you your money's worth, I went from grave to grave, as you obviously wanted me to."

"Everything else you said was right," Katie said.

"I know." Had they expected me to be surprised at my own accuracy?

"So why'd you make up that one?"

If they hadn't been so agitated, this would have been boring. My leg hurt, and I wanted to sit down. But I didn't want to invite them to, so I felt obliged to remain standing. "I didn't. Believe me or not. I don't give a damn."

"But where's the baby?"

"How should I know?" I'd reached the end of my patience.

"Ladies," Tolliver said, just in the nick of time, "my sister finds the dead. The baby was not in the grave she scanned. Either the baby is alive or it's buried somewhere else. Or it might have been miscarried."

"But if the baby was my granddad's, that baby inherits some of what he left," Lizzie said, and suddenly their agitation became understandable.

To hell with them. I sank down on the bed, stretching out my aching leg. "Please have a seat," I said. "Do you want a Coke or a 7-Up?"

Tollilver sat by me so the sisters could have the two room chairs. They accepted a drink apiece, and though Katie kept looking at the laptop to see what Tolliver had been up to, they both seemed calmer and less accusatory, which was a relief to me.

"Neither of us had any idea Mariah was pregnant," Lizzie said. "That's why we're so shocked. And we didn't realize she was dating anyone. She and my grandfather were pretty good friends, and we're imagining that maybe that became something else. Maybe not. We need to know. Aside from the legal and financial considerations, we owe any child who might be a member of the Joyce family... We want to meet that kid. Can I smoke?"

"No, sorry," Tolliver said.

"The baby must be alive somewhere; there must be some record of its birth," I said. "Even if it was born dead, there should still be hospital records. It's knowing who to ask and where to ask. Maybe you can hire a private investigator, someone who can get through the records easily. I only contact the dead, myself."

"That's a good idea," Katie said. "Do you know any?"

"Since you're already here in Garland," Tolliver said, "there's a woman a little farther into Dallas who's good. Her name's Victoria Flores. She used to be a cop in Texarkana. And I know there's at least one ex-military guy even closer to your ranch; I think he's based in Longview. His name's Ray Phyfe."

"There are dozens of big agencies in Dallas, too," I said, as if that would have been hard for them to figure out.

"We don't want a big agency," Lizzie said. "We just want this to be very, very private."

That was the response I'd been waiting to hear; I'd been curious about their asking us, of all people, for a recommendation. The Joyce empire, of which RJ Ranch was only a part, surely had employed private detectives in the past. Under normal circumstances, I was sure the Joyces would go to an agency they'd used before, where they'd get the deluxe treatment they were used to.

At the moment, I didn't care what they wanted or how they went about it. I wanted to take a lot of Advil and crawl into the bed.

Lizze was talking to Tolliver about Victoria Flores, and he was giving her Victoria 's phone number. That name brought back some memories.

"You really saw that?" Katie asked me directly. "You're not just making this up to jerk us around? No