Janey clicked to open a new tab, her mind trying to come up with possibilities for the inconsistencies she’d found.
One, Riggs Friedman had no other sisters besides Louisa. Nowhere could Janey find any birth certificates or records of such a thing.
Two, the name Caroline Fyfe did not show up in any genealogical database Janey had searched over the past two days. At least not one roughly the same age as the woman who’d taken Cole.
“You’re still at this?” Sean asked as he came into the kitchen.
“Mm.” She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. “Rick Fry’s mother’s name was Monica, right?”
Sean just quirked his eyebrows at her, his silent way of saying, We went over this last night.
We went over this last night.Yes, it was Monica. She was currently still in the assisted living facil
