Maya stared at him.
David scrolled to the second attachment.
It was a copy of an old photograph taken outside his father’s office.
Thomas stood beside Samuel Reeves.
Between them was a much younger man.
The caption on the back had been scanned too.
Thomas, Samuel, and Jonathan Vale — September 1994.
Not Jonathan Reeves.
Jonathan Vale.
Maya drew in a sharp breath.
“Vale was my father’s surname,” she said.
David turned toward her.
“I thought your father disappeared.”
“He did.”
“What was his first name?”
Maya’s face had gone pale.
She looked at the man in the photograph.
Then at David.
“Jonathan.”
