The following morning, I left Emily with a friend and drove into the city.
Thomas met me at his office with two women I had never seen before.
One was a forensic genealogist.
The other represented the restoration trust.
There was a box on the table.
Thomas pointed to it.
“This was recovered from Patricia Keller’s house.”
I stared at him.
“Adrian’s mother?”
“Yes.”
“Did she give it voluntarily?”
“No.”
“What’s inside?”
“Files.”
He opened the box.
Old folders.
Photographs.
