Clara stared at the photograph.
Edward Delevon.
Alive.
Two days after the date of his officially recorded death.
For three years, she had mourned a father she believed had been taken from her forever. She had spent those years searching for his killer, fighting the people who had destroyed her family, and trying to reclaim everything that belonged to him.
And now someone was telling her that the story of his death might have been a lie.
"Where was this photograph taken?" she asked.
Aaron examined the evidence bag.
"The hospital name is visible in the corner. Saint Gabriel Medical Center."
Arthur frowned.
"That hospital closed two years ago."
"Can we retrieve its medical records?" Clara asked.
"Possibly. The hospital was acquired by another medical group. I'll contact them."
"Do it. I want the admission records, the attending physician, and the names of everyone who visited my father."
Aaron nodded and stepped aside to make the call.
Clara looked at her mother.
