“We do.” Jack explained that Chief Averes had an old report on file. “He told me you thought an American woman might have been involved in the disappearance of your family members. Is that right?”
“Yes.” Ike bit his lip. “Agnes Potter. She claimed to be the children’s aunt.” Ike looked straight at Jack. “That woman couldn’t take her eyes off Lizzie. My little granddaughter was so young.”
Jack had read the report on Ike’s missing family members. The case was closed, no foul play suspected. Jack had seen the police file from the day the family disappeared. Nothing had jumped out at him. But since Ike was the area historian, the bureau hoped he might know something about Eliza Lawrence and her father—Anders McMillan.
The old man blinked. “You… you think my Lizzie could be at this… Palace place?”
Twenty-three was too old. Which meant—with her blond hair and blue eyes—Eliza could’ve been the missing girl from Spanish Lookout, north of Lower Barton Creek… or maybe not. Maybe she was from the States. But if Ike’s great-granddaughter didn’t drown in the ocean with her family, and if she had been forced into slavery at the Palace, she was probably dead by now—aged out like Eliza’s friend Alexa.
“Ike.” Jack sighed. “I don’t think your Lizzie is there.” He didn’t want to go into details. Not when the man had longed for his missing family members for so many years. “But your information just might help us form a case against McMillan. Connecting him to one or more missing girls.”
Ike nodded. He looked off and tears built in his eyes. “My poor great-grandbabies.” He brushed his hand over his face and seemed to force a smile. “There’s a picture of my family in here. How they looked eleven years ago.” He rifled through the envelope.
Suddenly Jack had a thought. “You don’t think… maybe Paul David changed his name to Anders McMillan? I’ve seen photos of Anders. He’s thin, tall and clean shaven with thick red hair. Very intelligent. He’s kept from getting caught all these years.”
Ike shook his head. “Paul David was a furniture maker. Sturdy man. Not much at conversation or finances. That’s not him. But take this. It’s a copy. I can’t part with the original.” Ike handed the image to Jack. “In case you see anything… hear anything.”
The photo wasn’t great quality, but it showed a family of four. Susan had been a brunette with a pretty face and Paul David was a heavy man with dark blond hair and a full beard. He looked nothing like McMillan. Jack sighed. It was worth a try. He looked at the towheaded children and his eyes landed on the image of Lizzie. Something stopped him.
The girl looked familiar. Or maybe she just looked like every other Mennonite child.
Ike handed Jack the envelope and he pulled the letters from inside and quickly read them. A pair of village men walked by and nodded at Ike and then Jack. “Morning,” one of them said.
“Morning.” Jack and Ike returned the greeting.
Jack looked at the letters again. He wasn’t sure where the information fit in, but it was something. If he could connect Anders to the disappearance of the Spanish Lookout girl he could build a better case for conviction. The trip here had been worth the drive.
“Before you go.” Ike stood and motioned for Jack to follow him. Inside on an end table was a small worn leather portfolio. “Here. Take it.” Ike handed it to Jack. “It has things Susan saved over the years. Schoolwork and precious drawings by Lizzie and her brother. Lizzie’s favorite miniature fuzzy teddy bear.” He blinked back tears. “Some of the fur is worn off. Lizzie loved it so.”
“I can see that.” Jack touched the small bear. Poor old man, he thought. Saving these all this time.
“Inside, you’ll also find other photos and letters Susan wrote to the children.” Again Ike’s eyes welled up. “I’d love to show you.”
Jack had to get going. “I’ll look through it later.”
“Okay.” Ike nodded. “If you ever find them, my family, give them this. Please.”
“I will, Ike.” Jack took the portfolio and ran his hand along the top. “I’ll keep it with me.”
They returned to the front porch and the two hugged. “I’m sorry.” Jack looked deep into the old man’s eyes. “About your family.”
“Thank you.” Ike pursed his lips and his eyes grew steely. “I’ll be praying for you.”