“There was an investigator assigned to Elena Sanchez's disappearance,” Mouse said.
Angel's fingers tightened around Ghost's. “Did you get a name?” Ghost asked.
“Detective Samuel Bishop,” Mouse said.
Crow shook his head. “No.”
“What?” Ghost asked.
“That's impossible,” Razor said.
“Why?” Ghost asked.
“Because Bishop wasn't his real name,” Razor said.
Mouse went quiet and then said, “Apparently it was.”
Crow looked genuinely shaken, and Angel stared at him. “You knew him?”
“I met him twice,” Crow admitted.
“When?” she asked.
“After your mother died,” he said.
“Why did you meet with him?” she asked.
“He came to see Viper,” he said.
Angel's face changed. “About Mom?”
“Yes,” he said.
“What did he want?” she asked.
Crow swallowed. “The ledger.” Ghost's instincts started screaming at him that something was wrong—very wrong.
“Mouse,” he said. “What happened to Detective Bishop?”
“According to state records,” Mouse started, “he died.”
Razor laughed, and Ghost looked at him. “When?”
Mouse answered. “Twenty-four years ago.”
That was one year after Angel's mother. “What was the cause of death?” Ghost asked.
“Car accident,” Mouse said.
Crow shook his head. “Bullshit.”
Ghost looked at Angel. “Who identified the body?” he asked.
Mouse's keyboard clicked and then stopped. “That's interesting.”
“What?” Ghost asked.
“There was no family to properly identify the body,” he said.