I showed the message to Adrian without speaking.
He read it. His stillness was immediate, the absolute kind that meant significant processing occurring at high speed behind a surface kept deliberately quiet.
"Sarah Calloway," he said.
"Yes."
"Share your surname."
"Yes." I looked at the message. The name sitting in Reyes's text is like something that had been waiting in a specific location for me to find it. "That's not a common name. Calloway. It's not Smith or Johnson," I paused. "My father had no siblings. My mother's family name is Ashford. The surname came from my father's father, who came from a small town in County Clare." I paused again. "There aren't many Calloways."
Adrian looked at me. "Who else could carry that name?"
I crossed the kitchen. Stood in the doorway to the sit
