“It says Bellevue Hotel.

That’s the place with the big stone wall near the harbor.”

Caroline touched the silver chain around her neck.

She looked from Ellis to Rowan, then over at June, who had stopped by the window to watch gulls wheel over the docks.

“Grant Holloway is your father,” Caroline said in her steady, low voice.

Ellis didn’t put the card down.

“The man who lives in the brick building by the marina?”