Richard had known him for eleven years, long enough to understand when a conversation took on more importance because Isaiah wanted it to end.
He approached the desk and lowered his voice.
'It's about the girl again.'
Isaiah's jaw hardened.
"Five years, three investigators and half a fortune chasing a name," Richard said.
'Perhaps she has already moved on.
Perhaps she doesn't want to be found.
That last sentence didn't go down well.
Then Isaiah looked up, and the emptiness in his face unsettled even Richard.
"Don't you decide what she wants for herself," he said.
Richard exhaled and stepped back, but the damage was already done.
Once the room was empty, Isaiah opened the drawer, looked at the tape, and realized
something that expensive professionals had somehow managed to hide with reports, data extractions, and searches in public records.
I had been looking for him as an executive.
I needed to search for her like a child.
That afternoon, instead of attending a dinner with potential partners, Isaiah drove himself to Lincoln Elementary School.
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