It showed Daniel standing on the concrete steps outside Oakhaven Savings Bank on Main Street.

He had on his gray work jacket and was rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while he talked to a man standing next to him.

The other man looked about sixty-five, in a sharp dark suit and rimless reading glasses, with a slim leather briefcase tucked under his arm.

“Who’s that with Dad?” Sophie asked, staring at the stranger’s face.

“I don’t know,” I said.