"The past cannot be cured." - Queen Elizabeth I
Alex went straight to the bar and ordered himself a scotch. After two hours and two-thirds of a bottle of scotch, the answer is nothing. Google provided 174,00,000 results for a search on Maya, her husband, and his family's name. From there, he drilled down to images, social networks, and their cell phone number. He tried to cross-reference Maya's name with the police directory. He tried variations on the spelling of her name; he searched government databases for a birth certificate or hospital records. Alex even asked his private investigator to dig everyone thing on Maya and her family. He wanted to know every skeleton in Maya's closet.
In short, he twisted his brain into a pretzel to find any crumb of information, but nothing worked. Maya Davis's daughter is a ghost or a pseudonym.
"Is she telling the truth?" His heart whispered.
