The Morning After I Buried My 77-Year-Old Husband, His Lawyer Told Me I Had Inherited Nothing. Then He Handed Me a Photograph from My Foster-Care File and Said, “Richard Was Never the Man Who Saved You—He Was the Man Who Owed You Everything.”

“Bank transfers.”

“Stop.”

“Recorded conversations.”

“Thomas.”

“And an email sent to your mother six years ago.”

Adrian lunged forward.

Thomas pulled the page back.

“What email?”

My voice made both men look at me.

Thomas handed it to me.

I read.

My hands began shaking.

The sender was Adrian.

The recipient was Patricia Keller.

The date was five years and eight months earlier.

The message contained my name.

ANNA REED.

Then:

If Hale has located the Marlowe girl, we need her displaced before he contacts her.