"Prepaid. Never been used. Didn't even know it was hers for sure until you called. And yes, her purse is missing. So far we have no witnesses to an assault, but we have her name, so maybe we can match her with one of the cars in the lot—although the asshole might have stolen that, too."

"She drives a Cadillac," I said. "Late model, cream colored. I saw it in the driveway when I went to her house."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "She probably had one of those damn Gucci purses slung on her arm and a three-carat diamond on her finger."

"More like one carat," I said quietly. "And a gold Rolex."

"I didn't see those. Christ. Why didn't she plaster a sign on her back that said ROB ME?"

"She struck me as someone who wouldn't have known any better," I said. "Lady wasn't hooked up right, Jeff. Very odd person, and I'm being respectful of the dead when I say odd."

"I'm interested in your take on her, but hang on." He again used his phone to walkie-talkie with Rick. "Look for a cream-colored Cadillac in the lot. Might belong to the victim." He closed the phone and looked at me again. "You say the Olsen woman was obsessed with an abandoned baby case?"

"Yes. Gosh, where do I begin? The interview with her was... strange."

"Strange. Okay. Keep talking."

"My client's a young man named Will Knight."

"Will Knight?" Jeff said, sounding surprised. "How old is he?"

"Young. Nineteen."

"Does he play basketball at the University of Texas?"

"You've heard of him?"

"Heard of him? Why didn't you tell me when you took his case? He's the best product to come out of a Houston high school since Okafor."

"Who's Okafor?"

"Never mind. You say, Knight hired you because he's adopted?"

"Yes. His adoptive parents encouraged him to look for his birth family. Will was abandoned on Verna Mae's doorstep as an infant, something Will has known since he was old enough to understand. Appar ently abandoned babies draw a little press coverage, so Verna Mae's name was in the news. Anyway, Will says he's ready to put some closure on his past."