Another early morning start for the investigators, but that was normal. Yet, their level of frustration was steadily growing. Every possible version of Georgia Marie James, even George James turned out to be the wrong sex, the wrong age or the wrong nationality. If Georgia used her real name to enroll in an art school or look for a job, it wasn't showing up for some reason.
"What are we forgetting?" Jackie asked.
"I say we narrow it down," said Carl.
"To what?" Michael asked.
"Well, it sure would be nice if she is in the US. We could fly her here in time for court," Carl answered.
"You'd do anything to fly that plane," Michael muttered.
"Admit it, Michael, you like riding in it as much as I like flying it."
"Children," said Jackie.
Michael raised an eyebrow and looked at Carl. "Uh oh, she's got her mom hat on. Think she'll send us to bed with no supper?"
"Back to bed sounds pretty good to me," Carl said.
"Not a chance," Jackie said. "Work, work, work."
Carl got up and walked to the house phone. "Ham and cheese omelets okay with you guys?"
"Sounds wonderful," said Jackie.
"Hey," Michael said, studying a popup on his laptop, "here's a Marie James right here in Denver."
"Really?" Jackie asked.
"I'm looking at her profile now. She's a photographer and works out of her home. Let's see…she's 35 and…married with four children. Not our girl."
"That was close," said Jackie. "She could be married by now, but not with four children."
"Probably is married, especially if she looks like that age progressed photo," said Michael. "I checked wedding sites in the UK, all 80 billion listings, and didn't find anything. Georgia Marie is a more common name than I thought."
"No death certificates either?" asked Jackie.
"None except for the poor dead girl in Scotland. Maybe we should call the constable over there, and see if they remember anything Connelly's PI didn't dig up."
"Good idea," said Jackie. "You call, Michael. Most have never heard of a woman private investigator, even in this day and age. It takes forever to get some men to talk to me."
Michael batted his eyes at her. "I'll talk to you. Just tell me where and when."
Carl finished placing their breakfast order and came back to the table. "Maybe she'll talk to you after we retire for good."
"You really think so?" Michael asked.
Carl rolled his eyes. "No, not really."
Jackie laughed at the pout on Michael's face. "Gentlemen, shall we get back to work? Don't forget you have to go see Austin today, Michael."