Christine lowered the sweater.
“Charles Mercer?”
Daniel shook his head.
“No. The credentials belonged to Warren Hale.”
My phone vibrated on the bedside table.
A message had arrived from Elaine’s number.
There was no greeting, only a photograph of the missing white envelope resting on a wooden table.
Beneath it were seven words.
MICHAEL, ASK DANIEL WHO CHRISTINE’S REAL FATHER IS.
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