“I’ve never seen that man anywhere in Oakhaven.”

“He looks like some kind of lawyer or banker,” Sophie said.

“Daniel never said anything about meeting anyone at the bank that week,” I said, turning the silver band on my finger again.

“He told me he was going to the hardware store for copper pipe.”

Under the photo was a single sheet of yellow lined notepad paper, folded twice into a small square.

I opened it carefully so the old creases wouldn’t split the ink.