“Does the name Jessa Reynolds mean anything to you?” Evan asked.
Victor frowned for a minute, wondering if his brother had finally lost what was left of his twisted mind. “No, what possible interest could this woman be…” he quickly sat up, losing his irritation as his brain kicked into gear. He clenched the phone hard in his hand.
“Reynolds was Jacinta’s mother’s maiden name.”
“And we have a winner.” His brother let out a superior cackle and Victor took a deep breath to calm his temper, reminding himself that he needed his brother. “And Jacinta could easily be shortened to Jessa.”
“So she’s using this name.”
“Looks that way. I did a bit of digging into who the man was in that photo with her.”
Victor’s temper reared its head again at the memory of Jessa huddled against the other man.
