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DARCY
I put my new digital camera in its case and began the task of sorting through my extensive photo files from the past. That was when I found the photographs I’d taken of Lynne and Connor Mackenzie’s—Andrew Stewart’s—wedding.
Were they legally married? I wondered now. Wouldn’t marrying her using a false identity constitute fraud?
I doubted that would matter to Lynne. I looked at the wedding photograph for a long time. Her eyes…the way she looked at her new husband…she’d never looked at me that way. She’d forgive him anything, I think. How had she put it? They were joined at the soul.
I put it aside and picked up the shots I’d gotten of Connor alone: at the little church in Jerusalem, waiting for Lynne; at the excavation site in the Sinai; out in the desert…always flanked by tho
