Rebecca kept staring at the photograph.<\/p>\n
The elderly woman stood beside Stephen Calder with one hand resting on a cane. She wore a dark coat buttoned to the throat and large glasses that hid much of her face.<\/p>\n
Nothing about her looked threatening.<\/p>\n
That had become meaningless.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned over Rebecca\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw her at Elaine\u2019s funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she give you a name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca breathed slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune said she knew my mother before I was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThrough Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe implied it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me my mother had done the brave thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody interrupted.<\/p>\n
Rebecca continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she meant raising me alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she mention Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said he made people believe courage and recklessness were the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like someone who knew him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked toward the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cOr someone who had read about him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
Fair.<\/p>\n
By now, nobody treated a convincing detail as proof.<\/p>\n
The sheriff began running facial comparisons through historical records.<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s current image was poor, but enough existed for manual review.<\/p>\n
Dad focused on Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after the funeral?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never saw her again?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout four years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt a grocery store.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNear where you live?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she speak to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe looked at me. I recognized her. By the time I turned around, she was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas had watched Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Mercer had tracked her existence.<\/p>\n
Stephen had kept her as a contingency.<\/p>\n
Now another older woman had been orbiting her life for years.<\/p>\n
Dad rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Elaine ever mention June?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about old photographs?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kept a box.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sheriff leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone else have access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officers were dispatched.<\/p>\n
Until the box arrived, we had only the funeral memory and one current photograph.<\/p>\n
Dad turned toward Stephen\u2019s image again.<\/p>\n
Grant stood near him.<\/p>\n
The woman beside them did not look restrained.<\/p>\n
She did not appear frightened.<\/p>\n
She seemed to be there voluntarily.<\/p>\n
That bothered him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf she\u2019s with Stephen willingly, she matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at the image.<\/p>\n
Then something changed in her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t use one at Mom\u2019s funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked again.<\/p>\n
Six years could explain that.<\/p>\n
Age.<\/p>\n
Injury.<\/p>\n
Illness.<\/p>\n
But Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019ve seen that cane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine\u2019s cane?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe used one during chemo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned closer to the photograph.<\/p>\n
The handle was carved wood with a silver band.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy grandfather made that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother\u2019s father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward the sheriff.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf that cane belonged to Elaine, how did this woman get it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca went pale.<\/p>\n
Then said something no one expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother gave away almost nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
After Elaine died, Rebecca handled her belongings personally.<\/p>\n
The cane disappeared before she could decide what to do with it.<\/p>\n
She assumed a hospice worker had misplaced it.<\/p>\n
Now it was in this stranger\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
That meant June had access to Elaine near the end.<\/p>\n
Maybe intimate access.<\/p>\n
The photograph box arrived two hours later.<\/p>\n
Rebecca opened it herself.<\/p>\n
Family photographs filled the first layers.<\/p>\n
Elaine as a child.<\/p>\n
Teenager.<\/p>\n
Young woman.<\/p>\n
Rebecca as a baby.<\/p>\n
Birthday cakes.<\/p>\n
School pictures.<\/p>\n
Cheap vacations.<\/p>\n
Ordinary life.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca reached the bottom.<\/p>\n
A packet tied with faded string.<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've never opened this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at him.<\/p>\n
Then untied it.<\/p>\n
Inside were photographs of Daniel.<\/p>\n
Young.<\/p>\n
Laughing.<\/p>\n
Standing beside a motorcycle.<\/p>\n
Holding a beer.<\/p>\n
One showed him with Elaine.<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s arm was around a woman in a denim jacket.<\/p>\n
Elaine.<\/p>\n
Rebecca touched the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word seemed strange in her mouth.<\/p>\n
Then she found another photograph.<\/p>\n
Three people.<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
Elaine.<\/p>\n
And a second woman.<\/p>\n
Younger version of June.<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s hand stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sheriff photographed the image.<\/p>\n
Dad studied the woman.<\/p>\n
She looked familiar.<\/p>\n
Not personally.<\/p>\n
Familially.<\/p>\n
Something about the eyes.<\/p>\n
The cheekbones.<\/p>\n
Then Harold whispered, \u201cEdward.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad did.<\/p>\n
Then at the woman.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I saw it too.<\/p>\n
Not exact.<\/p>\n
But resemblance.<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
Writing on the back.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Elaine, Anna, me \u2014 August 1988.<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered, \u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad repeated it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna who?\u201d<\/p>\n
The sheriff searched.<\/p>\n
Anna Mercer.<\/p>\n
Everyone went still.<\/p>\n
Charles Mercer had a younger sister.<\/p>\n
Born in 1949.<\/p>\n
Public records said she moved out of state in the 1970s.<\/p>\n
Married once.<\/p>\n
Divorced.<\/p>\n
Then largely disappeared from accessible local records.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cMercer\u2019s sister knew Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than knew him, maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey look close.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stood between Elaine and Anna.<\/p>\n
His arm rested around Elaine.<\/p>\n
Anna leaned against Daniel\u2019s other shoulder.<\/p>\n
Not romantic necessarily.<\/p>\n
But intimate enough to suggest trust.<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Mercer\u2019s sister have to do with Stephen?\u201d<\/p>\n
The sheriff kept searching.<\/p>\n
Anna Mercer had worked briefly for Halcyon Chemical.<\/p>\n
Administrative department.<\/p>\n
Later legal records division.<\/p>\n
That connected her directly to both her brother and the company.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything Mercer had.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf she worked records, she may have known where corporate documents were hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at Anna.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy follow my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold answered cautiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she was protecting her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cOr watching her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both remained possible.<\/p>\n
Then the sheriff found a sealed civil filing from 1990.<\/p>\n
Anna Mercer had petitioned to change her name.<\/p>\n
Approved.<\/p>\n
New name:<\/p>\n
June Avery.<\/p>\n
Rebecca closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The mystery woman had not lied at the funeral.<\/p>\n
She simply gave the name she had used for decades.<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward Stephen\u2019s photograph again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is Mercer\u2019s sister standing beside Stephen Calder now?\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer might lie with Mercer.<\/p>\n
The hospital allowed another controlled interview.<\/p>\n
His voice was weaker.<\/p>\n
Dad did not waste time.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer went silent.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know exactly who I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you tell everyone she left?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer sounded exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted nothing to do with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYet she\u2019s with Stephen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer finally answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she has hated me for thirty-five years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't explain Stephen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer coughed.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe married him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna Mercer married Stephen Calder?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold immediately searched public records.<\/p>\n
Nothing obvious.<\/p>\n
Mercer explained the marriage occurred under her changed name in another state.<\/p>\n
June Avery Calder.<\/p>\n
The current Mrs. Stephen Calder.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
The woman who attended Elaine\u2019s funeral was Stephen\u2019s wife.<\/p>\n
And Mercer\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
And someone who had known Daniel before his murder.<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered, \u201cShe knew my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer remained silent.<\/p>\n
Dad pushed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow close were they?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo close.\u201d<\/p>\n
That phrase carried old resentment.<\/p>\n
Dad heard it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel and Anna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Daniel was with Elaine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel was Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded like judgment.<\/p>\n
Dad disliked it.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer admitted Anna had been in love with Daniel.<\/p>\n
Daniel cared for her, but his relationship with Elaine was more serious.<\/p>\n
When Elaine became pregnant, Daniel chose her.<\/p>\n
Anna was devastated.<\/p>\n
Then continued helping him investigate Halcyon anyway.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at the old photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew Daniel was my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did she never tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer coughed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Stephen made sure she didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStephen knew Anna had copied records for Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.<\/p>\n
Anna had not merely known him.<\/p>\n
She had helped him.<\/p>\n
Mercer continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stole files from Halcyon legal storage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe red ledger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShipment manifests. Internal memos. Some payment records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough to expose them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy wasn't she killed too?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer took too long.<\/p>\n
Dad understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you protected her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer whispered, \u201cShe was my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Daniel wasn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The simplicity of it was monstrous.<\/p>\n
Mercer had tried to save Anna while helping contain Daniel.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice became cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Stephen do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe offered her protection.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn exchange for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSilence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd marriage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat came later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect us to believe she willingly married the man whose company covered up her lover\u2019s murder?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said nothing.<\/p>\n
That silence answered differently.<\/p>\n
Not willingly.<\/p>\n
Dad asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he have on her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer whispered, \u201cThe files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMeaning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had stolen corporate documents. Stephen could have charged her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wouldn\u2019t force marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer coughed.<\/p>\n
Then said:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cBy Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Another child.<\/p>\n
Daniel had another child.<\/p>\n
Or might have.<\/p>\n
Rebecca whispered, \u201cI have a sibling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna disappeared before anyone outside the family knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she have the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoy or girl?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cA boy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said nothing.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s anger rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Daniel\u2019s son?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect us to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna cut me off after she married Stephen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Stephen raise Daniel\u2019s child?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s breathing became ragged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad reached for her hand.<\/p>\n
She let him.<\/p>\n
Mercer continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cStephen claimed the child as his.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cPublicly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer did not answer.<\/p>\n
Dad asked again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer finally said:<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael Calder.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold searched immediately.<\/p>\n
Michael Stephen Calder.<\/p>\n
Age thirty-six.<\/p>\n
Executive vice president of Calder Industrial Holdings.<\/p>\n
Stephen\u2019s only publicly acknowledged son.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy brother runs the company that killed our father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody corrected the word brother.<\/p>\n
Biology still needed proof.<\/p>\n
But Mercer\u2019s account made the possibility strong.<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward Stephen\u2019s photograph.<\/p>\n
June stood beside him.<\/p>\n
The same woman who loved Daniel.<\/p>\n
The same woman who may have carried Daniel\u2019s son.<\/p>\n
The same woman now apparently cooperating with Stephen.<\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
Then Mercer said something that made Dad sit straighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna is the reason Stephen never destroyed the original records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kept copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Stephen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why is she with him now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s answer was barely audible.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe called me yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Stephen had finally decided to remove Michael from the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Michael started asking about the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Michael know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough to be dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold looked toward the red ledger.<\/p>\n
Stephen was cleaning up.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
Mercer.<\/p>\n
Dad.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Maybe now his own son.<\/p>\n
Or the man everyone believed was his son.<\/p>\n
Dad asked, \u201cWhere is Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer whispered, \u201cMissing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sheriff looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cSince when?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s face drained.<\/p>\n
Stephen Calder had arrived locally with Anna.<\/p>\n
Michael Calder disappeared at nearly the same time.<\/p>\n
Dad stared toward the industrial-yard photograph.<\/p>\n
Grant.<\/p>\n
Stephen.<\/p>\n
Anna.<\/p>\n
Maybe Grant had not been summoned only to deliver Dad.<\/p>\n
Maybe Stephen was gathering every person connected to the final unresolved pieces.<\/p>\n
Then the sheriff\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
Units had entered the former Halcyon distribution yard.<\/p>\n
Grant had been found.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Bound to a chair.<\/p>\n
No Stephen.<\/p>\n
No Anna.<\/p>\n
But another man had been discovered in a locked office.<\/p>\n
Mid-thirties.<\/p>\n
Unconscious.<\/p>\n
Identification in his wallet.<\/p>\n
Michael Calder.<\/p>\n
Rebecca sat down hard.<\/p>\n
The sheriff continued.<\/p>\n
Michael had been beaten.<\/p>\n
He was breathing.<\/p>\n
And beside him, investigators found a blood-smeared photograph.<\/p>\n
Daniel Cole.<\/p>\n
On the back, one sentence had been written recently:<\/p>\n
YOUR FATHER DIED BECAUSE MY FATHER WAS AFRAID OF YOURS.<\/p>\n
No signature.<\/p>\n
Dad stared.<\/p>\n
If Anna wrote it, Michael had finally been told the truth.<\/p>\n
And Stephen may have decided his supposed son had become one more witness he could not control.<\/p>\n
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