CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Riley sat staring at the picture on her computer screen—a newspaper photograph of a smiling young woman with a slender face, an aquiline nose, and curly brown hair.
She kept reading the name in the caption over and over again …
Arlene Eggers
… the name of Mason Eggers’s wife, who had died fifty years ago.
Riley kept murmuring aloud to herself …
“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.”
But that wasn’t true.
She did believe it. She believed it completely.
She just didn’t want to believe it.
Aunt Cora had triggered Riley’s research effort with her words about Eggers.
“I hear you’ve met a nice widower.”
It had been a hint, of course.
So Riley had checked to see how the retired railroad cop had been widowed. And she had discovered that the
