While Alex and Juanita waited for Nat to return and David to report back, they sat on opposite sides of her desk looking through the old high school yearbooks. Juanita had already been online, looking at legal records of name changes. And Alex, in desperation, had taken it a stage further by looking at a website describing the meanings of names, in a futile effort to try and work out what Dorothy might have changed her name to. He hadn’t come up with anything plausible — and he knew it was an outlandish idea to begin with — but he was desperate for anything that might help.
Right now, they were looking for anyone who could tell them anything about what was going on when Dorothy disappeared. The trouble was, most of the phone numbers were old and out of date. Of course Alex and Juanita could look up the numbers elsewhere, but some of the numbers were unlisted. In other cases, they were able to find a landline numbers, but it was daytime, so most of the people were out at work. All they could do was leave messages and hope that the people would call them back while there was still time.
As Alex pored over one of the yearbooks, he realized that he had spent an inordinate amount of time looking at the class photographs, as if hoping to find some clue in the faces of Dorothy or Clayton. Dorothy looked sad, her doleful eyes staring out at the camera, as if her sad life were written into them. In some ways she reminded him of his daughter Debbie. They would have been practically the same age in fact.
Not that Debbie’s life had been sad. Perhaps that was why the eyes stood out as a point of difference. But Alex tried not to think about Debbie’s eyes. They were Melody’s eyes too, and to look into them was to see his late wife resurrected before him. That was why it was so much easier with Debbie living across the other side of the country. The memory of his late wife twisted like a knife inside his gut. But he had to put it out of his mind for now. Today was not the day to dwell on his own misery.
It was then that he noticed something strange.
“Juanita?”
“Yes, boss?” She spoke irritably.
“Will you stop calling me that?”
“What do you want me to call you? ‘Master’?”
“You don’t have to call me anything.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what you wanted to say a second ago or are we going to spend the rest of our lives discussing what I should call you?”
He sighed with irritation. The truth of the matter was that they were both in over their heads and feeling the pressure.
“Take a look at these pictures.”
He slid the two yearbooks across the desk to her. They were both open on the double page spreads of the relevant class photographs, one Dorothy’s junior year, the other her senior.
“What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“First, take a look at the junior year in the 1997 yearbook.”
“Okay.”
“Right, now what do you see?”
“A bunch of teenagers looking pleased with themselves.”
“Do you see Dorothy Olsen?”
“Yes.”
“And Clayton Burrow?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, now look at the senior year pictures in the 1998 yearbook.”
“Okay,” she said, by now sounding really bored.
“Do you see Dorothy?”
“And Toto,” she said, snorting her laughter though her nose.
Alex ignored her.
“Do you see Clayton Burrow?”
“Ye-” She broke off and surveyed the spread of pictures more carefully. “Er, no, actually I don’t. Unless he had a temporary face transplant.”
“So what does that tell you?”
“That he was away on yearbook day?”
“He’d’ve had a second chance on ‘make-up’ day.”
“Maybe he was away then too.”
“Then they’d’ve listed him and put ‘No photo available’, wouldn’t they?”
“I guess.”
“So what does that tell us?”
She looked at him puzzled.
“I don’t know.”
“It tells us that he wasn’t there.”
“But like you said, they would have listed him and put ‘no photo av-’”
“Wasn’t there at the school!”
“But you just said-”
“Wasn’t there at all. Not just on those days.”
Juanita turned to face Alex, as the mist began to clear.
“You mean like … he dropped out of school before that?”
“It’s a possibility.”
She was still trying to take it in.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means … did he fall … or was he pushed?”
Before Juanita could reply, or even think of anything suitably smart to say, the phone rang. She reached for the receiver. But Alex was so keyed up, his hand got there first.
“Alex Sedaka.”
“Hi Mr. Sedaka?” said an unfamiliar male voice.
“Yes.”
“I’d like to talk to you about the Dorothy Olsen case.”
“Okay.” Alex was disappointed. He had been hoping that it was the prison calling to tell him that Burrow had changed his mind.
“I mean, I need to see you.”
A second phone line rang. Juanita went to another room to get it.
“Can you tell me what this is about?” asked Alex.
“I’d prefer to tell you in person.”
Alex was wary of such offers. Ordinarily he would be inclined to play ball, if only out of curiosity. But right now his time was at a premium.
“Can you at least tell me who this is?”
Ten miles away, in Daly City, the young man on the other end of the line was looking at a photograph on a mantelpiece.
“My name is Jonathan Olsen.”
12:49 PDT
“Alex Sedaka’s office,” said Juanita, answering the phone in Nat’s office.
“Oh hi, it’s David here.”
“Hi, David. What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if I could speak to my father.”
“He’s on the other line at the moment. Can I take a message?”
“Yes, tell him I’ve found something.”
“Can you tell me what it is? I can pass it on to him.”
“I’d rather tell him direct.”
“Trust me, David, it is probably better if I explain it to him.”
She could almost see him smiling at the picture of the computer-savvy secretary explaining it to the boss. “Okay, well basically I’ve recovered the most recent virtual memory file.”
“Do you want to send that to us to take a look at?”
“Well actually I’ve already taken a look at it.”
“And?”
“I understand that Dorothy Olsen went missing right after her high school prom in May 1998.”
“That’s right.”
“Well I’ve found a fragment of an EasySabre receipt dated just four days before she disappeared.”
“EasySabre?”
“An online subsidiary of American Airlines Sabre booking system. They offered it through Compuserve.”
This took Juanita by surprise.
“But I thought they checked all the airlines when she vanished. And they certainly must have checked them after they arrested Burrow.”
“Yes, but EasySabre wasn’t only used by American Airlines. It wasn’t even only used for flights to and from the US. Pretty much all the airlines used it — including this one.”
“Which one?”
“Quetzalcoatl Airways.”
“Wait a minute, weren’t they that Mexican outfit that went bust a few years ago?”
“That’s the one.”
“But surely they would have checked it out at the time? I mean, didn’t they check all the airlines that flew from the US?”
“Yes but Quetzalcoatl didn’t fly from the US. And I think they went bust before Burrow was arrested. Remember that when Dorothy vanished initially there was no evidence of a crime? It was just a missing person’s case and she wasn’t a juvenile. They filed a report and pretty much left it at that. It was her mother who checked the airlines initially and she only had civil powers of inquiry. By the time Burrow was arrested, that airline didn’t even exist.”