“Nothing.”

Logan nodded, expecting as much. “She probably stayed in Mexico. That would make it hard for her to be found.”

“No, you misunderstand me. He didn’t find anything. Sara Lindley doesn’t exist.”

A thick silence descended on the table.

After several seconds, Logan said, “Maybe your detective didn’t know what he was doing.”

“I don’t waste my money,” Callie said, her tone serious. “I’ve used Joe Fulkerson dozens of times. He definitely knows what he’s doing. Alan’s wife has no history.”

Harp leaned forward. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe it was a scam,” Logan said. “Did she take any of his money, or something valuable?”

“No,” Callie said. “The only things missing were a few of her possessions and pictures.”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “Pictures?”

“That’s the last thing. When Alan got home, every picture in their house that Sara was in was gone. Even the digital shots on their computer had been permanently erased from the hard drive.”

“What?”

“That’s not all. Out of all Alan’s friends and family, only his sister had a picture with Sara in it, and she was just in the background. Apparently, Sara was good at avoiding camera lenses.”

“But that’s…that’s crazy,” Harp said.

Callie simply shrugged.

“Have you gone to the authorities?” Harp asked.

“That’s…not an option,” she said.

Harp looked confused. “Why not?”

But Logan knew the answer. “Emily.”

Callie nodded. “Exactly.”

Harp was still lost. “Emily?”

“Sara’s been using a false identity,” Logan explained. “Which means the marriage, I’m pretty sure, is invalid.”

“It is,” Callie said.

“And if the marriage is invalid, then the adoption…”

Harp stared at Logan for a moment before it hit him. “Oh…oh, no.”

“If I were to get the authorities involved,” Callie said, “they’d have no choice but to take Emily away.