His father is a genealogy nut—has traced his family back to the 1700s and is still going—and Ryan has long since known the passwords to his fully paid, full-access online accounts to the public data. And there is a lot of public data.
He once had a vague interest himself—there was something oddly fascinating about building back a tree that showed your very origins, showed the people you would never know but still impacted your life in some minor way, and he remembers enough of the search engines and the information parameters to find her with absolute accuracy.
Elizabeth Alice Bexley.
And there she is.
He can estimate when she died—between three years and four months ago, he reckons—and knows that the family were in Cardiff at the time. And from there, it is easy—she is one of only fiv
