“Yes. He told me the guy’s name… Daniel. One of her so-called friends.”
I tapped the back of the photo.
“Daniel.”
His jaw tightened. “I never really met him. I knew he was around her then. He was close to her.”
There it was, the tidy answer.
“How convenient. And you just believed her.”
Daniel was the other man. Daniel was Bruce’s father. Case closed.
Except none of that explained why Judy would set this up if the answer was so simple.
“Did you ever ask for a paternity test?” I said.
“No.”
“Did you check the dates?”
“No.”
Except none of that explained why Judy would set this up if the answer was so simple.
“Did you ever call Daniel?”
“No,” he snapped. “She told me she cheated on me. I was humiliated. She said the baby belonged to somebody else, so I let it go.”
And I saw the part he didn’t say.
