“Clever girl,” she said, and changed back to normal. “Care to do the honors?”
She fished her phone out of her pocket and tossed it to Frederica.
“Great work spotting the photo, by the way,” she said. “I totally missed that.”
Frederica grinned and said, “Thanks.”
The elevator door slid open. They stepped out and made their way back to the sidewalk. Frederica engrossed herself in her search while Angela continued strategizing a way into the office. She might have to enlist Leigh’s help on this one; she couldn’t exactly bring Frederica along on something illegal, after all.
“Got it,” Frederica said.
“Huh?” Angela replied, breaking her train of thought.
Frederica held the phone out for Angela to see. The Facebook page for Anita Monteiro was open on the screen. The woman in the display picture was a few decades older but she was definitely the same one from Gaspar’s memory.
“Nice!” Angela said. “Well, what are you waiting for? Send her a message.”
“Me?” Frederica asked.
“You found her,” Angela replied. “Seems only fair that you get to make contact.”
Frederica swallowed hard and started typing.
Angela stood in front of Saint Joseph’s Nursing Home for the second morning in a row. Frederica stood beside her on the sidewalk, along with Anita Monteiro and her daughter Melanie. Melanie was in her late twenties, and aside from a slightly darker complexion, she was the spitting image of Simone.
The front door opened. Simone stepped out. The two sisters approached each other tentatively, one step at a time. Melanie was the first to reach out, pulling her sister into a hug.
“I should have done this years ago,” Anita said quietly, while Simone and Melanie embraced. “I thought Gaspar would come around eventually, but he never did.”