Blake’s focus was on the tablet he’d brought with him. A few swipes and taps later, he looked Janie’s way. “What’s her name?”
“Amy Weaver.”
“Like last night,” Emmett reminded her softly. “Take your time and tell them everything you know…from the beginning.”
For the next several minutes, Gwen, Lucas, Draven, and Blake listened intently as she went through all that had happened.
The interview with David Ellis. Amy bumping into her on the sidewalk. The unmistakable fear in the girl’s eyes. The empty, pristine apartment, and the way the cops blew off her concerns.
She also told them about Devon and all she could do, though she kept her friend’s name confidential.
“This friend of yours sounds a lot like me.” Blake’s lips curved into a genuine smile.
“She’s brilliant,” Janie proclaimed with confidence.
Something else she chose to hold back from the team was the fact that Devon was the closest thing Janie had to family.
With the disturbing situation having been thoroughly explained, she sat back and waited for the questions to come. There weren’t as many as she’d expected, and Janie wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad. Either way, Emmett had promised to be upfront and honest regarding the team’s decision.
She just prayed they’d see this whole thing for what it truly was. A girl was in trouble, and from what Janie could tell, she was the only person bothering to look.
“What about her family?” Gwen spoke up next, her brown eyes lasered on Janie’s.
“From what my friend said, Amy didn’t have any. But I don’t know if that’s even really true, given that her name was wiped from the list of White House interns immediately following her disappearance.”
It was impossible to know what other sources of information had been altered when it came to facts about Amy Weaver’s life.
“Your friend was right,” Blake confirmed, spinning his tablet around so Janie could see. “That is, if this is the same woman you met who claimed to be Amy Weaver.”
The second Janie saw the woman’s face on the screen, she knew.
“That’s her.”
The team’s tech guy gave her a nod. “Good. Well not good for her, but at least we know we’re on the right track.”
According to this, Amy’s parents were killed when she was eight after a drunk driver plowed his two-ton truck into their family sedan. They were having a date night and were on their way home from the movies when the accident happened.”
“Damn,” Lucas exclaimed solemnly from under his breath.
“And Amy?” Janie asked.
“She was home with the babysitter,” Blake continued.
Devon chimed in next by asking, “What happened to her after her parents were killed?”
“She ended up in foster care until she graduated from high school.”
A heaviness filled Janie’s chest at the thought of Amy as that lost and lonely child. She knew the feeling all too well.
“And there was no other family willing to take her in?”
Blake shook his head. “Like Amy, both of her parents were only children, and both sets of grandparents passed before she was even two.”
“What about friends?”
“Her social media accounts have been wiped clean, but it won’t take long to access friend requests made or accepted, as well as anything she may have posted in the past.”
It was terrifying to know nothing on the internet could ever permanently be deleted. With enough brains, patience, and the proper equipment, a person’s digital footprint—no matter how-well it was hidden—could eventually be found.