Mel said.
“Wait, there’s two,” Connie said. “The other one is January 5, 1980.”
“Are they both on the title?” Conner asked.
“No. And I can’t tell which one did the transfer,” Connie said. “The middle initial is the same, and the title doesn’t have junior or senior listed.”
“Shit,” Mel said under her breath.
“What’s the address on their DLs?” Conner asked.
She typed. “It’s the same on both.”
Connie printed out the information and slid it across the desk. The address was the same as Audrey’s mobile home.
“Does that tell you when they got them?”
“Date of issue is September 2,” Connie said.
“Didn’t Penny say that was when the registration was due?” Mel asked.
“Didn’t they need some sort of ID to register the home?” Conner asked.
“Yes, they would have to show their driver’s license or a utility bill with their name on it, but not for the seller, only for the buyer.”
“Can you print the original paperwork they brought in?” Mel asked.
“I’m not sure,” Connie said. Conner smiled.
“It would really help us,” he said.
“Ah, okay.” Connie scrolled through the papers Jason Frye brought in when he registered the home. They had been scanned into the computer. She printed out the application and a copy of a driver’s license.
Conner and Mel looked at the signature at the bottom of the application and the signature on the driver’s license. Jason Frye, Jr. had signed the application. Now they knew it was Jason, Jr. who had forged Audrey’s signature on the title transfer.
“We may have probable cause for a warrant,” Conner said.
“Really?” Mel said.
“Really. Can I have a copy of the older Frye’s DL?”
Connie printed out a copy of the older Frye’s driver’s license and slid it across the desk.
After they left the DMV, Conner was quiet. He was going over the clues in his head. If he had doubts about whether Audrey was dead or alive before, he didn’t anymore.
“I can’t believe they got away with this,” Mel said.
“They haven’t yet,” Conner said. “I’m still wondering where the old man is. I didn’t see him at the home the other day.”
“Me either.”
When they got to the car, Conner took out the paperwork they had just collected and looked at all the signatures.
“There are two distinctly different signatures,” he said. “The kid signed as Audrey.”
“Let’s go talk to the manager of the park. They would have had to meet the man buying the home, right? To see if he was old enough?”
“And the lease would have his signature on it. Good thinking.”
Mel blushed and smiled. She was warming up to Conner in a big way.
The lobby in the park office had been decorated for the season and a large Christmas tree stood in the center. Mel hadn’t noticed it the day before and when she saw it, she sighed.
“I wish I was home for Christmas,” she said. “My grandmother will miss me.”
“Maybe we’ll get this wrapped up by then,” Conner said.
There was another older woman sitting at the desk.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“Can I speak to the manager?” Mel asked.
“Maybe I can help you,” the woman said.
“No, I have to see the manager.”
The woman frowned and pushed herself away from the desk. She made a show of getting up, grunting and sighing, then walked to a door. She went inside, then came back and sat down.
“Give her a minute,” she said.
Mel and Conner stood in front of the desk until a younger woman appeared at the door to the office.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Nancy. How can I help you?”
“Can we go into your office?” Conner asked. He flashed his badge.
“Sure.”
She took them to her office and closed the door. There were two chairs in front of another gray metal desk and they sat while she took her seat behind it.
“Now,” she said. “What can I do for you?”
“My aunt owns a home here. Her name is Audrey Glenn. We haven’t heard from her in a
“Wait, there’s two,” Connie said. “The other one is January 5, 1980.”
“Are they both on the title?” Conner asked.
“No. And I can’t tell which one did the transfer,” Connie said. “The middle initial is the same, and the title doesn’t have junior or senior listed.”
“Shit,” Mel said under her breath.
“What’s the address on their DLs?” Conner asked.
She typed. “It’s the same on both.”
Connie printed out the information and slid it across the desk. The address was the same as Audrey’s mobile home.
“Does that tell you when they got them?”
“Date of issue is September 2,” Connie said.
“Didn’t Penny say that was when the registration was due?” Mel asked.
“Didn’t they need some sort of ID to register the home?” Conner asked.
“Yes, they would have to show their driver’s license or a utility bill with their name on it, but not for the seller, only for the buyer.”
“Can you print the original paperwork they brought in?” Mel asked.
“I’m not sure,” Connie said. Conner smiled.
“It would really help us,” he said.
“Ah, okay.” Connie scrolled through the papers Jason Frye brought in when he registered the home. They had been scanned into the computer. She printed out the application and a copy of a driver’s license.
Conner and Mel looked at the signature at the bottom of the application and the signature on the driver’s license. Jason Frye, Jr. had signed the application. Now they knew it was Jason, Jr. who had forged Audrey’s signature on the title transfer.
“We may have probable cause for a warrant,” Conner said.
“Really?” Mel said.
“Really. Can I have a copy of the older Frye’s DL?”
Connie printed out a copy of the older Frye’s driver’s license and slid it across the desk.
After they left the DMV, Conner was quiet. He was going over the clues in his head. If he had doubts about whether Audrey was dead or alive before, he didn’t anymore.
“I can’t believe they got away with this,” Mel said.
“They haven’t yet,” Conner said. “I’m still wondering where the old man is. I didn’t see him at the home the other day.”
“Me either.”
When they got to the car, Conner took out the paperwork they had just collected and looked at all the signatures.
“There are two distinctly different signatures,” he said. “The kid signed as Audrey.”
“Let’s go talk to the manager of the park. They would have had to meet the man buying the home, right? To see if he was old enough?”
“And the lease would have his signature on it. Good thinking.”
Mel blushed and smiled. She was warming up to Conner in a big way.
The lobby in the park office had been decorated for the season and a large Christmas tree stood in the center. Mel hadn’t noticed it the day before and when she saw it, she sighed.
“I wish I was home for Christmas,” she said. “My grandmother will miss me.”
“Maybe we’ll get this wrapped up by then,” Conner said.
There was another older woman sitting at the desk.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“Can I speak to the manager?” Mel asked.
“Maybe I can help you,” the woman said.
“No, I have to see the manager.”
The woman frowned and pushed herself away from the desk. She made a show of getting up, grunting and sighing, then walked to a door. She went inside, then came back and sat down.
“Give her a minute,” she said.
Mel and Conner stood in front of the desk until a younger woman appeared at the door to the office.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Nancy. How can I help you?”
“Can we go into your office?” Conner asked. He flashed his badge.
“Sure.”
She took them to her office and closed the door. There were two chairs in front of another gray metal desk and they sat while she took her seat behind it.
“Now,” she said. “What can I do for you?”
“My aunt owns a home here. Her name is Audrey Glenn. We haven’t heard from her in a
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