While Ms. Bromley went to fetch the coffee, I considered her suggestion.
“Do you have a recent picture of your father?” she called over her shoulder.
“I don’t think so.” I heard the rattling of the cups as she arranged them on a tray. “Wait a minute! Emily had one of those disposable cameras and was using it to take pictures of Chloe at the party. There may be a snapshot or two of Dad on the roll.”
“Perfect! And if they were taken at the party, he’s likely to be wearing the same outfit as when he disappeared.”
After she served the coffee, Ms. Bromley excused herself and went to the bedroom that I knew served as her office, returning in a few minutes carrying a familiar volume, the Physicians’ Desk Reference. With the book balanced on her knees, she leafed through it to a series of colo
