“Does he know he’s connected to your family?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“He didn’t know he was adopted.”
My heart sank.
“Oh.”
“He confronted his parents. They admitted it.”
“Were they able to tell him where he came from?”
“Only a little.”
Lucas took out his phone.
“The adoption wasn’t handled through the hospital.”
“But the file—”
“The hospital started the paperwork. Something changed. Benjamin’s adoptive parents received him privately through an attorney three weeks later.”
“Which attorney?”
“A man named Charles Greer.”
The name meant nothing.
“Is he alive?”
“No.”
“Of course.”
“But his daughter is.”
That was the first hopeful thing I’d heard in half an hour.
“You contacted her?”
“This morning.”
Douglas turned his head.
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“I wanted to verify it first.”
“Verify what?” I asked.
Lucas unlocked his phone.
“She found one of her father’s old ledgers.”
