the table. “And nobody asked questions.”
“The story Roy told was simple. And Roy moved enough that no one knew enough to ask the right ones.”
“When did you find out?”Kate’s voice shook slightly. “Three weeks ago, when he died. I was going through his things and I found the photograph. Just the photo and an old address and your first name. I didn’t know what to make of it. Then two days ago I found a box of clippings.”
“What kind of clippings.”
“Newspaper. Articles about a missing child case. Articles about a mother named Margaret. Every anniversary piece. Every public statement. Every time there was new information and then every time there wasn’t.” She paused. “I mailed a copy to the mayor’s office that same day because I remembered he was the sheriff back then. I was going to call the state police this morning if I
