I selected NO.
Mara examined the photograph more closely.
“Her name might be Emma.”
She turned it over again.
“Christmas 2015. That’s seven years before he married you.”
I concentrated on the communication screen.
FIND OUT WHO SHE IS.
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Mara nodded.
“I’ll try.”
She placed the photograph inside a small envelope and slipped it into her pocket.
Then she looked toward the hallway.
“There’s something else.”
I waited.
“Jessica didn’t just forget her handbag. She came back for it.”
My pulse accelerated.
“When?”
“About twenty minutes after she left. She asked whether anyone had found a cream-colored handbag.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That I hadn’t seen it.”
Mara paused.
“She looked frightened.”
I stared at her.
“Did she ask about the photograph?”
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“No. But she searched the chair and the floor.”
Mara leaned closer.
“Mrs. Mercer, I think that photograph is more important than we realize.”
***
By noon, Samuel had received a copy of the photograph.
