TOO MANY COINCIDENCES
Anthony Green hated unanswered questions.
That was exactly why he found himself sitting alone in his office at nearly midnight.
The city lights shimmered beyond the windows.
His coffee had gone cold hours ago.
And yet he remained exactly where he was.
Studying the file.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Five years old.
Triplets.
No father listed.
Daisy Hart.
The fertility clinic.
The timing.
Every piece seemed harmless on its own.
Together?
They formed a puzzle.
One Anthony couldn't ignore.
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in."
The private investigator entered carrying another folder.
Anthony immediately sat upright.
"What did you find?"
The investigator placed the folder on the desk.
"I
