Chapitre 17: Chapter 17

“By tearing down single-family houses to build ugly high-rises,” I muttered.

Trent nodded while getting two of the photos of Pender from our earlier search on him. He cropped the Wilson family pictures to cut out everyone but his daughter, whose name it turned out was Abigail.

“She’s blond, he had brown hair, so that’s out,” Trent said when he had her picture side-by-side with Pender’s.

I studied them. “Nothing in the eyes or the shapes of their faces, but look at their noses and lips.”

Trent nodded. “It’s nothing we could take to court, not that we would, but yeah there’s a definite resemblance.”

“So maybe we areon the right track.”

“Yep. It won’t help prove that Wilson was behind Pender’s murder, but it helps connect them, if she is Pender’s daughter.”

The receptionist called Trent to tell him his next client had arrived, so I went back to the break room.