your information just might help us form a case against McMillan. Connecting him to one or more missing girls.”
Ike nodded. He looked off and tears built in his eyes. “My poor great-grandbabies.” He brushed his hand over his face and seemed to force a smile. “There’s a picture of my family in here. How they looked eleven years ago.” He rifled through the envelope.
Suddenly Jack had a thought. “You don’t think… maybe Paul David changed his name to Anders McMillan? I’ve seen photos of Anders. He’s thin, tall and clean shaven with thick red hair. Very intelligent. He’s kept from getting caught all these years.”
Ike shook his head. “Paul David was a furniture maker. Sturdy man. Not much at conversation or finances. That’s not him. But take this. It’s a copy. I can’t part with the original.” Ike handed the image to Jack. “In case you see anything… hear anything.”
The photo wasn’t great quality, but it showed a family of four. Susan had been a brunette with a pretty face and Paul David was a heavy man with dark blond hair and a full beard. He looked nothing like McMillan. Jack sighed. It was worth a try. He looked at the towheaded children and his eyes landed on the image of Lizzie. Something stopped him.
The girl looked familiar. Or maybe she just looked like every other Mennonite child.
Ike handed Jack the envelope and he pulled the letters from inside and quickly read them. A pair of village men walked by and nodded at Ike and then Jack. “Morning,” one of them said.
“Morning.” Jack and Ike returned the greeting.
Jack looked at the letters again. He wasn’t sure where the information fit in, but it was something. If he could connect Anders to the disappearance of the Spanish Lookout girl he could build a better case for conviction. The trip here had been worth the drive.
“Before you go.” Ike stood and motioned for Jack to follow him. Inside on an end table was a small worn leather portfolio. “Here. Take it.” Ike handed it to Jack. “It has things Susan saved over the years. Schoolwork and precious drawings by Lizzie and her brother. Lizzie’s favorite miniature fuzzy teddy bear.” He blinked back tears. “Some of the fur is worn off. Lizzie loved it so.”
“I can see that.” Jack touched the small bear. Poor old man, he thought. Saving these all this time.
“Inside, you’ll also find other photos and letters Susan wrote to the children.” Again Ike’s eyes welled up. “I’d love to show you.”
Jack had to get going. “I’ll look through it later.”
“Okay.” Ike nodded. “If you ever find them, my family, give them this. Please.”
“I will, Ike.” Jack took the portfolio and ran his hand along the top. “I’ll keep it with me.”
They returned to the front porch and the two hugged. “I’m sorry.” Jack looked deep into the old man’s eyes. “About your family.”
“Thank you.” Ike pursed his lips and his eyes grew steely. “I’ll be praying for you.”
Jack hesitated at that. “I appreciate it.” He nodded once more and then climbed in his rental car. Halfway to Belize City, Jack stopped at a gas station and changed clothes in the bathroom. He shaved in the stall and when he walked out he was no longer Luke Armstrong.
He was a finely dressed Henry Thomas Ellington IV.
By then another operative on the ground—someone dressed in a red plaid shirt and chinos was driving the Jeep back to the rental agency. In its place, out front of the gas station, a new-model Porsche was waiting, keys in the glove box. The operative had moved Jack’s things into the backseat. Jack slipped on his Ray-Bans and climbed behind the wheel.
Two things hounded him as he continued on to Belize City. The heartbroken lined face of Ike Armstrong. And the intensity of the man’s conviction. Old Ike really thought Agnes Potter and Paul David James had something to do with the disappearance of his family. And he truly believed the three might somehow still be alive. With every mile, Jack’s belief in the man grew until he had a hunch about Ike Armstrong.
A hunch that just maybe the man was right.
CHAPTER SIX
The Lord detests those whose hearts are perverse.
—Proverbs 11:20
Noon was showtime at the Palace, and Eliza hated it. If a customer didn’t already have a girl picked out, he could show up midday and choose his entertainment in person. The girls would take their places in the living room, the younger teens lined