Chapter 3
Audrey’s heart skipped a beat. Well, actually, probably more like two or three beats, and a strange, icy cold surged through her body. Shock? Maybe. After all, this was impossible. It had to be. How in the world could Susan Loomis be in a picture with Jeffrey Whitcomb, let alone a photo that appeared to have been taken more than sixty years ago?
At first she hadn’t recognized Susan, because the other woman was so much younger in the picture, probably twenty-four or twenty-five at the most. Also, the Susan Loomis that Audrey had known would never have worn red lipstick, or her hair in such an elaborate style. As for the man standing next to her….
He, too, had been almost unrecognizable, since his uniform cap covered his black hair, and his dark eyes had been crinkled with laugh
