his chair.
'See, Andy, America's a transient society. A hundred million people move every year, across the street or across the country, usually for a bigger home or a better job. But that means two hundred million people don't move. Sue Todd, Tameka Evans, Sylvia Gutierrez-they hadn't moved from their last-known addresses. Amanda Pearce had, but to another house in Chicago. So those four were easy.'
'How'd you find Beverly Greer and Pam Ward?'
'Beverly moved from Denver to Seattle, so I called her old neighbors in Denver. I got their names from the tax records-properties are indexed by address-then I called information and got their phone numbers. The first neighbor didn't live there when Beverly did, the second one did. She gave me Beverly's new address in Seattle.'
'What about Pam Ward?'
'She moved from L.A. to Dallas. I couldn't get hold of her neighbors, so I called the new owner of her L.A. condo.'
'How'd you get the phone number?'
'Criss-cross directory. You can search the physical address and get the phone number, if it's a land line. It was. Anyway, Pam had seller-financed the condo, so the new owner sent payments to her in Dallas. She gave me the address.'
'I never realized how easy it is to find someone.'
'It is, if you know what you're doing-and if they're not hiding. People who aren't hiding leave a paper trail- mortgages, leases, phone records, utility bills… but Frankie Doyle moved and didn't leave a paper trail. She's hiding.'
'From whom?'
'Her ex-husband.'
Hollis sat forward and opened a file on his desk.
'Frankie Doyle's last-known address was in Boston three years ago. She was twenty-five, married to one Michael aka Mickey Doyle, with a five-year-old daughter named Abigail. Worked as a waitress in a bar at a high- dollar downtown hotel, the Boston Grand. Then she and Mickey got divorced, and she and the minor disappeared.'
'What makes you think she's hiding from him?'
'He hit her. Mickey-he's an ex-boxer, still lives at the same address in Boston-was convicted twice of assault, not on her, but everyone I talked to said he hit her. I figure she got fed up, divorced the bastard, and split with the kid.' He shrugged. 'Frankie Doyle doesn't exist anymore.'
'What do you mean, she doesn't exist?'
'I mean her paper trail ended with the divorce. I figure she changed her name so Mickey couldn't find her. Problem is, we can't find her either.'
'But she'd have to file a name change in the county court where she's living. Search those records.'
'I did, the ones that are online. Problem is, Andy, there are over three thousand counties in the U.S., each with their own records, and the smaller ones, probably half those counties, their records aren't online. If Frankie Doyle's smart, and I think she is, she moved to a small county in the middle of nowhere, probably out west where there aren't many people, and changed her name there, where the records aren't online. Only way to find her is to do a manual records search in all those counties-fifteen hundred counties.'
'Needle in a haystack.'
'Exactly. And even if your client was willing to foot the bill for me to hire PIs in every state to do a manual search in every county, that'd take months. By then, she'd probably have moved and changed her name again. Then we'd have to search in every county again, under her new name.'
'So she just fell off the grid?'
'Living off the grid, that's harder than most people think. You can't have a cell phone in your name, or a credit card, you can't buy a car or a home, you can't live in a reputable apartment complex, you can't have a bank account or a driver's license. People talk about living off the grid, but it's just that. Talk.'
'So how are you going to find Frankie Doyle?'
'I'm probably not. Andy, I've run down every rabbit trail I could find. I searched all the online records- property taxes, voter and vehicle registrations, marriage and business licenses… she's not a lawyer, accountant, doctor, nurse, barber, PI, pest control technician, nothing that requires a license. She hasn't voted in any state, county, or local election, as least not as Frankie Doyle.'
'What about her driver's license? She's got to be driving a car.'
'I can't get driver's license records anymore. Federal law restricts access now, because of identity theft.'
'What else?'
'I searched all my proprietary databases, fee services for PIs. Nothing. Usually I have a good phone number, and I'm looking for a physical address. But I couldn't find any phones, land lines or cell.'
'But if she changed her name, it wouldn't be under Frankie Doyle anyway.'
'Exactly. I searched the federal PACER system-a national federal court search for civil, criminal, and bankruptcy cases. Nothing. I searched the state criminal records available online, but I need her DOB-date of birth- to do a thorough search. I ran a prison inmate search-'
'Prison?'
Hollis shrugged. 'You never know.'
'And?'
'She's not an inmate in the federal system or in most of the state systems-I can't search them all. Hell, I even called Mickey.' Hollis shook his head. 'Now he's a piece of work. Lives in his deceased parents' house, drives their car, works at his dad's garage. Probably wears his old man's underwear.'
'What'd he say?'
'Nothing. When I asked about Frankie, he hung up. So I called the bar she worked at, talked to the bartender, name's Benny. Said she worked there for seven years, didn't show up for her shift one night. Never saw or heard from her again. Didn't even collect her last paycheck.'
'Maybe she's dead?'
'I ran her name in the Social Security Death Master File-she didn't come up dead. But that doesn't mean she isn't. Anyway, Benny told me her mother lived a few doors down from her, so I called her. Number's listed. Colleen O'Hara. Nice lady, but she didn't know her own whereabouts, much less Frankie's. Alzheimer's.'
'How do you know?'
'I called the neighbors on either side of Mickey. They know Mrs. O'Hara, watch out for her. Frankie's father, he's deceased. No siblings. But the neighbors didn't know Frankie's whereabouts. And they said Mickey hit her.' Hollis paused. 'He's not your secret client, is he?'
'Mickey? No.'
'Good. She was smart, to get away from him before she ends up on the news, another woman killed by a crazy ex-husband.'
'What about her credit report?'
'Two problems with credit reports. One, if I pull her report for an unlawful purpose, it's a federal crime-and finding an old girlfriend is not a lawful purpose, Andy. Besides, it's a moot point-she won't be using a credit card.'
'Why not?'
'Because she knows she can be tracked that way. Her credit report shows whenever a creditor-a lender, landlord, employer-makes an inquiry, so she won't have gotten a loan or a job or rented an apartment, at least not a nice one. Standard apps allow them to run a credit check.'
'What's the second problem?'
'Credit bureaus won't release their reports to PIs anymore. People sued them.'
'Dang. What about her social security number?'
'With a name only, my search pulled up thousands of Frank or Frankie or F. Doyles. With name and DOB, I'd get hundreds. With name, DOB, and social security account number, I'd get one. I checked the divorce records, but her SSAN was deleted. Problem is, it's almost impossible these days to get someone's SSAN legitimately. No one
