“So we need to get to George Riker before his nephew does,” Christopher said.
Paige nodded. “Only I don’t know where he is. I never looked into him for my research.”
“I can check with the DMV,” Christopher said. “I should be able to get an address, too. This is good work, Paige.”
Paige felt a surge of pride at those words, especially coming from Christopher. Paige found that she wanted to find ways to impress him. Meanwhile, he was already on his phone.
“This is Agent Marriott with the FBI. I’m looking for a current address for a George Riker. Yes, it’s in connection with that. Yes, I’ll wait a moment.” He stood there for a few seconds. “That’s great. You’re sure it’s the right George Riker? Thank you.”
He hung up and turned to Paige.
“You’re convinced that Riker is going to try to kill his uncle?”
Paige nodded. “I am.”
“Then I’d better get over there before he does.”