THE THIRD FACE
Anthony stared at the photograph.
For a long time.
Too long.
Because what he was seeing made absolutely no sense.
The image was old.
Very old.
At least fifteen years old.
Taken inside a private dining room.
Three people sat around a table.
Victor Green.
Richard Hart.
And a third person.
A woman.
Anthony's heart pounded.
Not because he recognized her.
Because he didn't.
Yet somehow...
The woman looked familiar.
Painfully familiar.
As though he had seen her somewhere before.
His phone rang.
The investigator.
Anthony answered immediately.
"Who is she?"
Silence.
Then:
"We've identified her."
Anthony's stomach tightened.
"What do you mean?"
The investigator sighed.
The sound carried exh
