The Woman in My Dress
“In April.
He wrote it on a clipboard.”
Desmond was already standing up.
The guard who had logged her in had left the community’s employ in June.
He had been paid four hundred dollars, in cash, in two installments, by a woman he described to investigators as “in her sixties, nice, said she was looking for her daughter-in-law who had a mental health thing.”
Evelyn Sterling had spent four hundred dollars and eight weeks and had found her.