Ma sipped her coffee, then said, “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s the middle of summer.”
I frowned. “It means, that trail of ours seems to just keep getting colder and colder.”
Surprisingly, she shook her head. “Not exactly.”
“No?” I hazarded.
“No,” she said. “Because if Bing’s birth certificate had Rosemary’s maiden name on it, it also had his address.”
“Uh huh,” I said, hands now on my hips. “So you’re saying I need to go ask my nurse friend, Dave, to break the law yet again.”
“Nice boy.”
“You keep saying that about my friends,” I said, “but Dave was a bully in high school and Monroe is…well, Monroe.”
She shrugged. “People change.”
“Do they, Ma?” I asked. “Do they really? Have you?”
Her shrug was now up to her chin. “Other people change.”