Chapter 12
Derek strode into Larson’s office, sat down in front of the desk, and said, “I need your help.”
“Interesting, because I need yours. Why don’t you start first?”
“You…well, the Company, have resources I don’t. I need to know about the man I’m certain is my father.”
Larson c****d his head. “So you have a full name for him.”
“Yes. Francesco Lamberti a.k.a. Frank Lambert. Estimated DOB given my age, nineteen sixty-one, give or take a year.”
“That’s all you know?”
“Yes. That’s all my mother’s sister would admit to, other than that she’s certain he was connected, even though she says she couldn’t prove it.”
“And your mother’s name?”
“Caroline Lamberti, nee Chase.”
Larson nodded as he wrote down the information. “Did she know your name? Or more to the point, did she tell you?”
