Douglas stepped forward immediately.

“What kind of photograph was it, Rachel?”

“It was a picture of an old office building, but Warren tore it into tiny pieces when he saw me looking at it,” Rachel explained.

“When I asked him what three-fourteen meant, he screamed at me and said it was an address that would either make him rich or put him in the ground.”

“Did your ex-husband ever work for Leonard Callahan?” I asked, feeling a cold dread settle in my stomach.