“Detective Chen is working through the proper channels to contact her.”

I wanted to reach out myself, but Rachel reminded me that the investigation had to come first.

So I waited until a woman named Isabel Nash walked into my hospital room two days later, accompanied by an investigator.

Isabel was in her fifties, with short black hair and a rigid, almost formal way of sitting.

She placed her purse neatly beside the chair before she spoke.

“My brother called her Livia,” she said.