The clubhouse felt unusually quiet the morning after we watched my mother’s videotape because nobody quite knew what to say and every person who crossed my path offered a sympathetic look before continuing with whatever they had been doing.
I appreciated the silence since words would’ve only made everything harder.
Casey walked into the meeting room carrying a thin folder while Blade and Drake were already studying maps spread across the table.
“I found him.” Casey said and every head turned and Blade looked up.
“You’re sure?” Blade asked.
“I cross referenced your mother’s notes with archived federal records.” Casey nodded.
He slid a photograph across the table and an elderly man with silver hair stood outside a small farmhouse holding a fishing rod.
“He changed his name years
