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you have of them?” I asked.
    “I’ll keep checking. I’m sure there’s more.”
    There were a total of eight photos of Rita and Wayne. For a small fee, Jonas offered to print them out for us. The best one of the lot showed her full face, but her eyes were half closed. I noted she was wearing the Claddagh pendant Wayne had mentioned to us. Figures he would have remembered the pendant after staring at her chest all night.
    “Is there anything you remember about her?” I asked Jonas. “Did she talk to other people at the event?”
    “I don’t remember seeing her speak to anyone else, although I wasn’t really paying much attention to them,” he said. “But I do know they were still together when I left around ten-thirty.”
    “We appreciate your help,” Carter said, holding up the stack of photos.
     

Chapter 4
     
    When we left Jonas’ photography studio, Carter drove clear across town to the address belonging to Fulcrum Security Company.
    “Why don’t I go in and talk to the manager while you stay out here. Search online for all the escort services in the area. Maybe Jonas is right and Rita’s picture will pop up on one of their websites.”
    “I’ll give it a shot.”
    After Carter disappeared inside the concrete building, I turned on my tablet and began the Internet search. To my surprise, there were over twenty-five escort services in the greater Boston area. It would take me hours to go through all of them. With no time to waste, I clicked on the first one, Temporarily Yours . There were seven women who each had their own page and bio with a provocative photo or two. Unfortunately, their faces had been pixilated so you couldn’t identify them. When I typed in Rita + escort + Boston in a Google search there were all kinds of hits, but nothing that really led me to anything concrete. So, I went back to scrutinizing each of the escort service websites.
    When Carter returned to the car, his expression was tight with irritation.
    “I take it you didn’t get Rita’s license plate number,” I said.
    “Kingston Court should hire a new security company. These people are hacks.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “The surveillance cameras situated near the entrance are all fakes. They don’t even work so there’s no video of the vehicles entering the neighborhood from last Thursday night. When I tell Wayne about this, he won’t be pleased.”
    “Why don’t we find a place to have a sit down lunch? There are several dozen escort service websites for us to sift through. We might get lucky and find Rita on one of them.”
     
    Ten minutes later we were nestled in a booth of a restaurant called “Mama’s Kitchen.” The homey, quiet atmosphere seemed to be the perfect place to conduct some work while we fortified ourselves with wholesome food. We each ordered the lunch special: turkey club sandwiches with potato salad.
    The fare was decent and the waitress left us alone for the most part.
    We split up the websites in alphabetical order. I took A through H and Carter took I-Z. As I had suspected, most of the sites had body shots of girls with their faces either blurred, or they were posed in such a way that their faces were turned away from the camera. Accompanying each photo was a fake name like Candy or Cherry. I was about nearing the end of my list of sites when I came across one named, Hollywood’s Hottest Escort Service . When I clicked to enter the site, I was pleased to find these photographs had not blurred the girl’s faces. It also became clear that all of the girls resembled 40’s and 50’s Hollywood pinup models including, Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardner, Jean Harlow and, wouldn’t ya know … Rita Hayworth. Rita Hayworth?
    “Holy crap,” I muttered as I focused in on the Rita Hayworth look alike. Same eyes, hair color, nose and full lips as the photo Jonas printed out for us.
    Carter looked up from his own laptop. “What? Did you find something?”
    “Look at this.” I handed him my