Abandoned: A Novel
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New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan weaves the intimate, unputdownable story of an investigator confronting the most important--and most dangerous--mystery of her career.
Investigative reporter Max Revere has cracked many cases, but the one investigation she's never attempted is the mystery from her own past. Her mother abandoned her when she was nine, sending her periodic postcards, but never returning to reclaim her daughter. Seven years after the postcards stop coming, Martha Revere is declared legally dead, with no sign of what may have happened to her. Until now.
With a single clue—that her mother’s car disappeared sixteen years ago in a small town on the Chesapeake Bay—Max drops everything to finally seek the truth. As Max investigates, and her mother's story unfolds, she realizes that Martha teamed up with a con man. They traveled the world living off Martha’s trust and money they conned from others.
Though no one claims to know anything about Martha or her disappearance, Max suspects more than one person is lying. When she learns the FBI has an active investigation into the con man, Max knows she’s on the right path. But as Max digs into the dark secrets of this idyllic community, the only thing she might find is the same violent end as her mother.
Allison Brennan
ALLISON BRENNAN is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of over thirty novels. She has been nominated for Best Paperback Original Thriller by International Thriller Writers and the Daphne du Maurier Award. A former consultant in the California State Legislature, Allison lives in Arizona with her husband, five kids and assorted pets.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Max Revere is a well-known investigative reporter, an author of several books, and also hosts a TV Crime Series, featuring her solving cold case crimes.The one investigation that she's never tried is the mystery of what happened to her own mother. When Max was nine, her mother, boyfriend in tow, left her with her grandmother.. and never returned. She did receive postcards from time to time, but even those stopped after a few years. Her mother was eventually declared legally dead.With a single clue―that her mother’s car disappeared sixteen years ago in a small town on the Chesapeake Bay―Max drops everything to finally seek the truth. As Max investigates, and her mother's story unfolds, she realizes that Martha teamed up with a con man. They traveled the world living off Martha’s trust and money they conned from others. When she learns that there is still an on-going FBI investigation with the con man being their target, Max teams up with an FBI Agent. The more she investigates, the more she comes to understand that no one wants to admit knowing her mother, or the con man boyfriend. The more she uncovers, the more she is having to change her view of her mother, of her childhood. Discovering what happened to her mother just may cost Max not only her career .. but her life, as well.This best-selling author has written a poignant story featuring a woman who has felt abandoned her own life. There is nothing more she wants than to discover what happened to her mother and why she never came back for her.The story is told in two time lines ... the present .. and things that happened when Max was a child. The characters are finely crafted and indelibly living in my head. This is a real page turner .... hard to put down for any length of time.Although 5th in the series, this one can easily be read as a stand alone. I highly recommend starting at the very beginning of this most interesting series.Many thanks to the author / St Martin's Press - Minotaur Books / Netgalley for the digital copy of this suspenseful thriller.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is the second book I have read in this series. I like Max. She can hold her own. This is a really good thing as it pretty much was Max that was the main focal character in this story. She held it all together and did a good job of putting all the clues together and solving the case of what happened to her mother. As I stated, I have only read two books in this series. It was nice to get to know more about Max and her relationship with her grandmother and her mother. I think it did play a part in shaping her to become the woman she is today as well as help her to choose the profession she is in due to her mother leaving her as a little girl. The only real downside I had with this book is that I felt like there was not a lot of intensity that came into play. In regards, to the storyline, it was pretty much just evenly toned. No, up or down. Yet, I do like this author's writing style. I do want to visit with Max again with reading other books in this series.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Max is an investigative reporter and she is on the biggest case of her life....finding out what happened to her mother, Martha Revere. Max's mother left her with her grandmother when she was just a small girl. Max received several postcards from her through out her life. Then the postcards just stopped. Max wants to know why! Max is a no nonsense, get the job done, lady! When she sets her mind to something she is going to see it through. Martha Revere is the complete opposite of her daughter. She is a fly by night, could care less kind of person. Martha is a con artist...a rich con artist. She is living off her trust fun money and traveling the world. And where this lands her? Try art theft! I love this tangled web of deceit created by Martha. She is no dummy. She cons a con and that is hard to do. This puts her in hot water. Max is slowly unraveling Martha's exploits. This puts Max in more danger than she cares to admit! Plus, it leads her to find out something she never expected. This is a lightening fast read with great characters and a great mystery. Allison Brennan has written tons of books. I cannot believe I have missed her! How?!? She is now on my list! I received this novel from the publisher via Netgalley for a honest review.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Abandoned by Allison BrennanMax Revere #5Max sounded familiar to me though I didn’t remember having read all of the books in the series. I looked back and found I had read one of them when it came out and had enjoyed it and have to say I enjoyed this one, too. Max Revere is a strong female lead with trust and commitment issues after being abandoned by her mother at the age of nine. She has finally decides to use her investigative skills to find out what happened to Martha, her mother, who was declared dead years ago. Was she murdered? Has she assumed another name and moved away? What happened to her? If she is dead then why and who killed her? With clues brought in by a private investigator, her personal journals, postcards sent by her mother and time off from work Rex settles into the task she has set for herself. As in the other book I read in this series - Rex questions many people, follows where the clues lead, suspects various possible outcomes and then toward the end things get stirred up big time as a the threads of the mystery are unraveled to a dark gritty dirty core that leaves some dead, some injured, some with new family members and many with new truths to deal with. And, guess what? There is a new man for Rex to enjoy that (hopefully) will be a better match for her than the ones she has left behind. Did I like this book? YesWould I read more in this series? YesWould I have wanted to have Rex’s life? Nope…no way…no how!Thank you to NetGalley and Macmillan/SMP/Minotaur for the ARC – This is my honest review. 5 Stars
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This was amazing. I loved this book. I think it might be the best Max Revere book yet. There wasn't as much romance angst. The mystery had me guessing all over the place. The cast of characters were compelling. There are still things we don't know but a lot of them are cleared up. I loved Eve and Gabriel and I didn't hate Ryan. I can't wait to read more of this series.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The fifth installment in Allison Brennan's Max Revere series, Abandoned is an intriguing mystery about a cold case that is has haunted Max for nearly twenty-two years. This latest release can be read as a standalone, but I highly recommend the previous novels in the series.
Investigative reporter Max Revere is taking time off from her cable show in order to concentrate on the cold case that she has never been able to crack: the inexplicable disappearance of her mother, Martha Revere. When Max was nine years old, Martha left her daughter with her grandparents and took off for parts unknown with her boyfriend, Jimmy Truman. Over the next six years, Max received a handful of postcards from Martha, but after her sixteenth birthday, she never heard from her mother again. With new information that puts Martha in a seaside town in Virginia around the time she stopped mailing postcards, Max makes finding out the truth about what happened to Martha a priority.
Max is rather tenacious as she tries to retrace Martha's footsteps. She is quite methodical as she questions anyone who has even the slightest connection to the case. She is very thorough as she researches the time period when Martha was known to be in town. Max tries to temper her usual blunt approach when she questions Jimmy's brother, Gabriel, but he rather forcefully shuts her down. After she discovers the FBI was looking into Jimmy, she teams up with FBI Agent Ryan Maguire to try to find out what happened to Martha and Jimmy who has vanished as well.
Unbeknownst to Max, her investigation is going to turn her life upside down. She has no idea what Jimmy and Martha were mixed up in, but readers get a front seat to their activities through a series of enlightening flashbacks. Max's quest for answers sets in motion an unstoppable chain of events that will ultimately put Max and several other people in grave danger.
Abandoned is an evenly paced mystery with an interesting storyline and a cast of memorable characters. Max slowly but surely pieces together much of her missing mother's life but will she find out for sure what happened to Martha? With stunning twists and shocking revelations, Allison Brennan brings the novel to an edge of the seat, dramatic conclusion. This newest addition is sure to be a hit with old and new fans of the Max Revere series.
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Abandoned - Allison Brennan
Prologue
TWENTY-TWO YEARS AGO
Martha Revere couldn’t leave without saying good-bye to Maxine. She was her daughter, after all.
But she had to get out of the house before her mother returned from whatever charity event she’d decided to grace with her presence. Eleanor Sterling Revere was psychic, Martha was certain of it. How else could she always know what Martha was doing? What her plans were? Especially before Martha herself had even figured everything out? Not to mention the stern judgment from on high, as if Eleanor were perfect, as if she were a god.
Just that morning, not even forty-eight hours after Martha came home, Eleanor confronted her.
What are your plans, Martha?
Like she needed to plan out her life. Eleanor had never done anything spontaneous, she had never understood Martha’s need to go where her whims took her.
Maxine needs stability. A good school, to learn proper manners, to attend university. Maxine must understand the benefits and responsibilities of being a Revere. You live like a nomad, Martha. You’re raising a waif.
Eleanor had been watching her closely—too closely—ever since she came home Thanksgiving morning with her beautiful daughter in tow. And then the clincher. While her father was bringing the car around this afternoon, Eleanor stood in the foyer, dressed impeccably, her hair done just right, her makeup perfectly applied, her clothes both fashionable and appropriate for a wealthy woman of her age.
When you leave, Martha—and I know that is what you are planning, so don’t lie to me—leave Maxine with me. She deserves better than what you are doing for her.
How had she known that Martha never planned to stay? That leaving Maxine was always part of the plan?
For about two minutes, Martha decided to take Max with her, just to spite Eleanor. Serve her right. She never cared about Martha, yet seemed to care about the granddaughter she didn’t know? Taking Max after introducing her to Eleanor would upset her mother, and that pleased Martha.
The two-minute mental debate ended. Max would ruin everything. All Martha wanted was a few months to have fun, and Max was just like Eleanor. She simply didn’t know how to have fun.
Besides, as soon as Maxine acted up—and she would, because she didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, which was almost as bad as not knowing how to have fun—Eleanor would rue the day she told Martha to leave her. When Martha came back, Eleanor would insist she take Max, and Max would beg to leave. Because no way could anyone sane live under Eleanor’s ridiculous rules and social mores.
Maxine was in the library. There were three libraries
in the huge house—her father’s cozy study that always smelled like bay rum and pipe tobacco; her mother’s prim and stately sitting room where punishments were doled out; and here, the main library, with thousands of books no one ever read. And yet Maxine sat on the unblemished leather sofa, bare feet curled under her, reading a leather-bound book Martha doubted had been opened in a hundred years. She did a double take when she saw the title. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Wasn’t that a kid’s book? Leave it to her mother to find the stuffiest edition of a child’s book for her snooty library.
Max looked up from the book and stared at Martha with Eleanor’s too-smart, all-knowing, dark blue eyes. The I know you’re going to leave
look. The look of disapproval. Disappointment. Judgment.
How on earth could a kid not yet ten have mastered the Eleanor Revere glare so quickly?
Martha straightened her spine. This was for the best. Ha! That sounded like something Eleanor would say.
This is the second time I’ve caught you sneaking back into the house this week. You’re grounded. Your father and I decided to take your car for a month. It is for the best. You need to learn responsibility and respect, Martha. To understand that you have a duty to family and community because you are a Revere.
Eleanor never understood that Martha wasn’t like them. She needed to be free, not living in the stuffy confines of norms and responsibility and expectations.
Why the hell should she have any duty to anyone but herself?
Are you coming back?
Maxine asked in her quiet, too-regal voice.
Of course, silly,
Martha said. I always do.
This time, however, she wasn’t certain she would return. Or when. Maxine had been turning into her mother, even though Martha had done everything in her power to make sure Maxine didn’t end up a Revere. Maybe genetics had more to do with personality than anyone thought.
When?
"I don’t know. Why do I need to give you a schedule? Look at this place. It’s huge. It wasn’t all bad growing up here. And there are books. You love books. You’ve been nagging me about school. Now you can go. See? Win-win."
Why Maxine wanted to go to school, Martha would never understand. She hated school, from day one when Sierra Noble pushed her off the swing and said that there were rules to the playground and Sierra made the rules. And the first rule was that she always got to swing first at recess.
Martha hated rules before Sierra, and she hated them twice as much after that little bitch.
Of course, Martha had gotten back at the whiny, self-absorbed bully. And it never came back on her. Because she was that good.
She almost smiled at the memory of Sierra crying her big brown eyes out. She’d waited years for her revenge, but it was so worth it.
"But I didn’t cheat!"
We have solid evidence, Sierra. School policy dictates a zero on the final plus a three-day suspension. I’m sorry, Sierra, we certainly expected better of you.
Martha had always been good at school—at least good enough to get by, manipulate the teachers, and make her parents happy. At least with grades. But that didn’t mean that she enjoyed it, or found it at all necessary.
Look, Maxie, I’ll try to be back by your birthday, okay? That’s only a few weeks away.
Five weeks.
Jeez, semantics! I have things I want to do, okay? And you can’t come with me. You’ll fit in perfectly here, you’re exactly like my mother.
She hadn’t meant to say that, or use that tone. Was the kid going to cry? God, she hated when Maxie cried, almost as much as she hated the look of disappointment on her face. Fortunately, she rarely cried.
Why can’t you let me live with my father? I’ve never even met him. It’s not fair.
Fair? What about life was fair? I told you, he’s married and it’s complicated. He doesn’t want you. I wanted you, I kept you, I didn’t get rid of you like everyone said I should have.
She shouldn’t have said that, either, but Maxine was making her feel guilty. The only other person who had ever made her feel guilty was her mother. She didn’t like it, not one bit, so she pushed the guilt aside. It had become quite easy to do over the years.
I don’t want to fight, Maxie,
Martha said. You don’t like Jimmy anyway.
So you’re leaving me here with people I don’t know because you and Jimmy don’t want me around to cramp your style.
No.
God, how did she do that? She was nine years old. How did she figure this stuff out?
And it was clear she didn’t believe Martha anyway, so why even try?
"Life is meant to be fun, Martha said.
Life has plans, baby. Never forget that. I guarantee when I come back, you’ll be begging me to take you away from this place and all the stupid rules. You will never want to be a Revere when you see what it really means. The formals. The charities. The smiling and being polite when all you want to do is go off with your friends but you can’t because you have responsibilities. Then you’ll finally understand and not judge me all the damn time. I really have to go now. Jimmy’s waiting for me."
She hugged Maxine and pretended her daughter hugged her back. She didn’t have time for this, she didn’t want a confrontation with her mother. The only thing she kind of regretted was that she’d promised her dad that she’d go into the city with him and Maxine tomorrow afternoon like they used to do when she was a little girl. He would take her on the trolley car and they’d walk along the wharf and have fresh clam chowder soup in bread bowls at restaurants that Eleanor wouldn’t walk by, let alone eat at.
Those were the best memories of her childhood.
But the guilt was fleeting. Guilt was a useless emotion, Martha told herself on the rare occasions it crept in. She’d send her dad a postcard, explain that she couldn’t live with her mother, that she had things to do and he would understand.
At least, she convinced herself that her dad would understand.
Good-bye for now!
Martha said with a bright smile. She walked right out the front door. No one else was in the house to stop her—it was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and Eleanor had given her staff the weekend off. No one else lived in the house. Martha didn’t have to answer to anyone, not anymore. Not even her daughter.
A white Mercedes coupe had pulled in to the driveway and Brooks got out. She glared at him.
Where are you going?
he demanded.
None of your business.
Where’s your kid?
Reading.
You have a lot to answer for, Martha.
She hated her brother. Hated him more than anyone else. He had made her life miserable growing up, and why her mother actually seemed to like him more, Martha would never understand. Good-bye.
She started to walk past him.
Brooks grabbed her arm and spun her around. Don’t you dare leave that bastard girl here.
Martha jerked her arm away from him. Wait until you really get to know Maxine,
she said with a sneer. She’ll hate you as much as I do.
I will send her to boarding school.
Martha laughed. Good luck with that. If Eleanor didn’t send me, she’s not going to send Max. Suck it up, Brooks. Your perfect life just got shaken and stirred.
You’d better come back for her, Martha.
Or what? You forget, I know every one of your secrets, and Mother may not like me, but she’ll believe me. She’ll believe everything.
Brooks reddened. He should be scared.
She walked away before her brother could get under her skin. She wished there was another way. Brooks might eat Max alive—he hated Martha enough to make the kid’s life miserable.
But Max was a smart kid—really, for a not quite ten-year-old, she was smarter than most adults. Brooks might have met his match because he would underestimate her, and then wham! Martha almost wished she could be around to watch.
Unfortunately, it was clear from the minute they hooked up with Jimmy last month that Jimmy and Max were oil and water. Martha had given her daughter a decade of her time and attention—and truly, it was becoming more difficult. Max nearly blew their last gig, and that’s when Jimmy convinced Martha that maybe it was time to let someone else in the family step up and watch her. He’d wanted to ship her off to her father, but Jimmy didn’t know who Max’s father was, and that was a secret Martha would take to the grave.
But there was more to family than a mother and father. The Reveres could take over raising Max, at least until Martha decided to come back for her. A month? Two? Six? Some day she’d come back. And Maxie would beg to leave.
Take that, Mother.
Jimmy was waiting for her at the end of the driveway in the BMW he’d rented. She climbed into the passenger seat and gave him a big, sloppy kiss. I’m free!
Good.
He sped much too fast out of the neighborhood, but Martha didn’t care. She was free. Free, free, free! She should have done this a long time ago. She’d thought having a kid would be a lot more fun than it actually was. It wasn’t like she’d planned to get pregnant, it just happened. Maybe it was just that kid. Maybe another wouldn’t be so bad, a kid with Jimmy. And they could raise her—or him—to have fun.
Maxine was a kid and Martha gave her all the freedom she’d never had growing up. They traveled everywhere, all over the world! Maxine didn’t even have to go to school. Martha had wanted to see the world when she was young enough to appreciate it, and she’d taken Maxine along for the ride. They’d been to every major museum in Europe and the States; they’d stayed in the nicest hotels and once spent the entire summer at a villa in France.
And all the little brat could do was make Martha feel inadequate.
Where are we going?
she asked Jimmy.
"We have three days before we can go to the bank, but we have enough to get by until then. It’s dreary here. Let’s drive south. We have a lot of plans to make. A lot of plans. We’re going to have fun, Martha. A Hawaiian adventure."
She laughed and rubbed Jimmy’s thigh. Finally, she had her life back. The life she’d been searching for ever since she walked out of the house after her high school graduation, when she finally had partial control over her trust fund and an increase in her monthly allowance. And there was nothing that her parents could do about it because the trust was iron-clad.
Any residual guilt Martha had over leaving her daughter disappeared at the Atherton town limits. After all, she deserved a life, too.
Chapter One
PRESENT DAY
Maxine Revere had been an investigative reporter, in one capacity or another, for more than a decade. In the beginning, she had been the sole collector of information. She’d spent thousands of hours in libraries, interviewed hundreds of people, and traveled across the country to collect key pieces of intelligence to solve cold cases.
Now that she had a monthly cable crime show, had written four true crime books, and recently published her seventy-sixth article in a major trade magazine, she enjoyed the benefits of her success: a staff that was as good at research—and sometimes better—than she was; an assistant both smart and disciplined; and a real career that had garnered her both respect and animosity, praise and criticism.
She liked her job and she made a difference. Max solved cold cases that seemed unsolvable because of the limited resources of law enforcement. That, and her driving need to uncover the truth wherever it led.
Now, for the first time, she had a real chance of learning the truth about what had happened to her mother sixteen years ago. She might even find out why her mother left her in the first place to be raised by grandparents she had never known before that fateful Thanksgiving, only weeks before her tenth birthday.
The disappearance of her mother was personal, and she wasn’t going to film a segment for Maximum Exposure.
She had no plans to write a book, an article, or even a blog about Martha Revere’s life and presumed death. Max had the resources—namely, money—to investigate this case on her own, and could take the time to do it, even if it cost Max her career.
Some things were worth sacrificing everything. The truth—especially the truth about her life—was one of them.
Two months ago, she’d learned from a private investigator, Sean Rogan, that her mother had bought a car in Miami under a false identity, and that car had turned up abandoned in Northampton County, Virginia, three months later. Max hired the PI to dig deeper into the identity and the timeline of Martha Revere’s whereabouts from when she left Max at her grandparents’ house that Thanksgiving weekend, until she stopped sending Max postcards shortly after Max’s sixteenth birthday.
It was difficult and tedious work for many reasons, the passage of time being an almost insurmountable factor. Martha left Max twenty-two years ago. All Max had—she’d turned copies over to Rogan—were sixteen postcards sent over a six-year period. Financial records were archived and not readily accessible. Someone with one false identity may have additional false identities. And the one thing that Max had learned after living with her mother for the first ten years of her life—Martha Revere was smart, unpredictable, and wild.
Rogan had made great headway, but he had a life and a business and had been unavailable for the last few weeks due to a major case he was working on. Max was antsy. She needed to get into the field and learn the truth. She already knew where Martha’s car had been found, the name she had been using—that of her elderly aunt. She had basic information that Rogan had dug up, enough that she could go to Northampton herself and find more answers. And she’d filmed two shows for Maximum Exposure
in the time it usually took her to do one—just in case the investigation took longer than she planned.
Her producer, Ben Lawson, wasn’t happy that she was taking time off with no set return date. She recognized if she were any other person, she’d be fired or her series canceled. And maybe it would be. At this point, she didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she had a hint about what happened to her mother, and enough clues to follow the bread crumbs. This was more important than anything else in her life. It was more important than her fledgling love life, more important than her career, more important than her family, who didn’t want her digging into the past at all.
This was the most important investigation she’d ever undertaken.
On Saturday morning, she emailed Rogan and told him she was taking the information he’d gathered and would be leaving the following morning for Cape Haven, a small community in Northampton County. She had reserved a small beach house at a resort for the entire month of April, and she’d stay longer if necessary. She hadn’t heard back from the PI, so she assumed he didn’t have anything new to share with her.
She packed Saturday evening, then poured herself a glass of wine and made herself a chef’s salad. She lived in a penthouse in Greenwich Village with a view of the Hudson River. She bought the place after she graduated from Columbia and renovated it to suit her needs and lifestyle. She had no plans to move. She traveled extensively, but this was her home. Maybe because she hadn’t had a real home growing up. First, living like a nomad with her mother for nearly ten years, then living with her grandparents for the next nine years in their subdued mansion in a prestigious northern California zip code. Nothing had been hers. But this penthouse was all Max. Her space. A place for her things.
She didn’t have much—not because she was a minimalist, but because she didn’t see the need to accumulate stuff for the sake of having stuff. But she cherished what she did have. Art she bought because she liked it, not because it was valuable—though much of it was. Furniture that was both comfortable and aesthetically pleasing. A kitchen of state-of-the-art appliances, because she loved to cook when she had the time. An entire wall devoted to books because she loved reading. It was an eclectic collection. History, especially books that discussed how history was reflected in the art of the times; architecture because that, too, touched on both art and history; mysteries—give her a good puzzle to lose herself in, and she was happy for the night. Some books she felt she had to read because everyone else had read them. And many, many classics. And she’d always had a fondness for Louis L’Amour, because her grandfather had loved the writer of Westerns. When she bought the penthouse her grandmother had sent her his entire collection with a note from her grandfather, who had died a few years before:
Dearest Maxine,
I used to believe you indulged me when I would read you passages from some of my favorite L’Amour books, but you always listened and humored this old man. One day, I saw you reading The Sacketts by the fire, and realized you weren’t simply appeasing me; you enjoyed the stories as much as I did. I hope you have room for my collection in your new home; there is no one else I would want to have them.
With love,
Grandfather
He’d died when she was fifteen, long before she bought the penthouse. Her grandmother never told her about the collection, so when she received them as she was settling in to her home she was touched. Reading her grandfather’s letter, written before he passed, had been bittersweet.
She finished her salad, washed her plate, and poured a second glass of wine. She sat in her reading corner and reviewed her schedule for the week. She’d already set up an appointment with the sheriff of Northampton County to talk to him about the investigation into the disappearance of D. Jane Sterling,
the owner of the car that Max was certain belonged to her mother.
Still, now that she had made the decision and planned to leave tomorrow morning, she’d become apprehensive. Her assistant, David Kane, would say that it was because she was scared.
You have always lived in the shadow of your mother’s choices,
David had told her when she began to pursue the information Rogan uncovered two months ago. That the truth is so close terrifies you.
I’ve never shied away from the truth.
His observations made Max more than a little irritated at him.
While I’ll admit that Rogan is unusually gifted in his field, you certainly could have found or paid to find the same information he did.
That was true, and it was something Max had been thinking about a lot since she hired Rogan to dig deeper.
I’m putting it out there, Max. You have never backed down from a challenge—but with your mother’s disappearance, you’ve never confronted it.
Max trusted David more than anyone else in her life, and when he’d called her on her hypocrisy, she realized that he was right. First her mother lied to Max about her paternity, all the while leading a wild and carefree lifestyle before dumping her to live with her grandparents; then Martha disappeared off the face of the earth when Max was sixteen. Every decision her mother had made, both before and after that fateful Thanksgiving, had colored Max’s life and every choice she made. She’d never lied to herself about any of it, because Max abhorred lies—especially to herself. But until David called her out, she didn’t realize the deep truth: she was scared. She feared learning the whole truth about her mother because it would de facto change who Max was and how she viewed herself in the world.
Not knowing had driven her for years, and once the truth came to light, what would she do? Who would she be?
Fear was no excuse. Now, there was no turning back.
There was a knock at her door. That meant one of two people: her neighbor who owned the other top-floor penthouse, or David, who had a passkey to the building. He also had a key to her apartment, but he wouldn’t use it except in an emergency.
She opened the door. David. I wasn’t expecting you.
Rogan found something. He wants to talk to both of us.
In the past, Max would have been furious that the PI she hired had contacted her assistant instead of her. Though David had become more of a partner than an assistant, this was still a personal investigation, not affiliated in any way with NET, the cable television station that paid David’s salary.
I know,
David said without her having to say anything.
You don’t.
Let’s go to your office.
I’ve already packed.
She sat down at the dining table and called Rogan from her cell phone, then put it on speaker.
Rogan,
a voice said.
Sean, it’s Maxine Revere and David Kane.
Glad I caught you before you left.
Bright and early tomorrow morning.
I learned something last week and was trying to get more details before I called you, but since you’re jumping now I thought you should know.
I appreciate that.
If any of my other feelers pan out, I’ll let you know, but I have another job that will keep me busy for the rest of the week.
You warned me you couldn’t devote all your time to the project, so just tell me what you have and we’ll go from there.
Do you recall a man named James Truman? He went by the name Jimmy.
The past slapped Max in the face. She hadn’t heard that name in a long, long time.
Yes.
She shook her head, trying to purge memories of the jerk. He was one of my mother’s many boyfriends.
When you told me you were going to Northampton County to talk to the sheriff about the abandoned car, I revisited the list of Martha’s known associates during the years between when she left you and when she disappeared. Martha and Truman were very good at covering their tracks, but I found records in New York, Texas, Florida, Hawaii, Italy, and New Zealand that put them together. In fact, I may be going out on a limb here, but I think they were together the majority of those six years.
My mother never stayed with one man longer than three or four months,
Max said. And that’s stretching it.
You created the timeline of her known locations based on where she withdrew her trust fund allowance. I took that and extrapolated. She was off the radar most of the time, but Jimmy Truman wasn’t—until she disappeared.
I don’t see what you’re getting at, Rogan.
She was trying to wrap her head around the idea that her mother could have been committed to anyone.
The FBI opened an investigation into James Truman ten years ago. I couldn’t get much more than that except that it’s linked to a case in Dallas at least sixteen years ago.
Sixteen years? That was the time her mother disappeared. Was there an investigation into my mother, too?
She would be stunned—she would have known. She’d dated a federal agent on and off for nine years. Certainly someone would have made the connection, and she had never distanced herself from her mother. It was on her Web page, her biography, and she’d even touched on her childhood in articles she’d written. Yet the FBI had never interviewed her—or her grandparents, as far as she knew.
No, not Martha Revere. If she had a really good fake identity—better than the Sterling identity—maybe they simply didn’t know who she was.
David asked, What was he being investigated for?
That I don’t know. All I know was that it was opened out of the Norfolk regional FBI office and then attached to an older Dallas investigation. I don’t even have an agent of record. I can dig deeper.
I have contacts in the FBI,
Max said. I’ll get it, if it’s important.
Like I said, I’m going to be out of pocket for the next week or two, but I put out a lot of feelers specifically following the money trail. Some of your information isn’t accurate.
Max straightened her spine. What?
Her family had thwarted her in the past, but something of this magnitude—falsifying bank records—that was beyond the pale.
Most of the information I’m looking for isn’t maintained for this long. But I confirmed that on at least three occasions, the money was transferred out of your mother’s bank account to an offshore account. So the records are technically accurate, but your mother wasn’t present to receive her funds.
Max’s mother had never kept a bank account longer than a few months because she had once told Max that she didn’t want Eleanor to know what she was doing or who she was doing it with. It made no sense then, and now Max wondered why. Was it just Martha’s way of flipping the bird to her family? Or did she have another, more logical—more criminal—reason?
Thank you,
she said.
"I also have a request into the State Department for her passport travel records—I should say you made the request, you’re next of kin. It’s faster and easier that way, but I put myself down as the contact. If I hear anything, I’ll call you."
David said, I’ll be in Miami following up on Martha’s alias. Max is going to Virginia.
Which brings me to the other information I learned about Truman. First, I believe he was using the alias J. J. Sterling in Miami, so David, you might want to follow up on that as well. He was born and raised in Virginia—in a small town called Cape Haven. It’s less than fifteen miles from where Martha’s car was found.
David stared at Max. I should go with you.
It’s been sixteen years,
Max said. Truman isn’t around, or if he is, he’s not going to remember me. We need the information from Miami, and you’re the only one I trust—other than me—to get it.
David didn’t look happy, but Max wasn’t worried about danger. Her mother had been missing for sixteen years. If it was foul play that didn’t mean squat. Sixteen years was a long time.
What else do you know about Truman?
David asked Rogan.
He obtained a Virginia State driver’s license when he was eighteen that has never been renewed. That doesn’t mean anything—he could have gotten one in another state, and I have inquiries in the states I know he spent some time. His parents are deceased—his father died in a fishing boat accident when he was a teenager, and his mother, Emily, died of cancer ten years ago. He has a younger brother, Gabriel, a U.S. Navy veteran honorably discharged sixteen years ago in September. Gabriel Truman lives in the family home in Cape Haven and owns a charter boat business attached to a resort. He keeps a low profile—no personal social media profiles. His business is all business, no personal information other than basic. No criminal record.
Jimmy Truman. Max barely remembered him, but she hadn’t liked him. That she hadn’t forgotten.
That’s pretty extensive,
David said.
Not as much as I would have liked. I don’t have a current photograph of Truman, for example, and no sign of him in the last ten years—which could mean he’s dead or he has a solid new identity.
What are you thinking in this?
David asked. That Jimmy Truman killed Martha? Is that why there’s an investigation?
I couldn’t say—only that the federal government doesn’t generally open murder investigations,
Sean said. But again, you’ll need to get the file from Norfolk or Dallas.
I’ll get it,
Max said.
If you need help, I can make calls.
Like I said, I have my own FBI contacts. Sean, back up—you said you tracked him up until ten years ago? And nothing since?
I think I have. I uncovered two of his aliases—my guess is that he may have had more, and I’m working on it now that I know his pattern. He went under the name James Masters in Texas, and under the name J. J. Sterling in Florida. I have a list of your family members and have been running those names and variations in Texas, Florida, and New York—three of the places Martha seemed to return at least once a year.
What had Jimmy and her mother been up to? Nothing would surprise Max at this point.
That wasn’t completely true. She’d be surprised if her mother was alive.
David asked, Keep both of us in the loop if you learn anything else, Rogan.
Max was staring out the window and didn’t realize that David had disconnected the call.
Max?
It was a quiet inquiry from her partner and her friend. She and David had been through a lot together over the last two years. She’d faced several truths from her past with David by her side. But this one mystery haunted her.
When I found out Martha was using Aunt Delia’s identity, the truth didn’t hit me.
You lost me.
Martha was involved in something illegal. It’s the only explanation.
She could have been in trouble, maybe dated the wrong guy. Like Jimmy Truman.
She glanced at David. I met Jimmy. He and Martha hooked up a month before she left me with my grandparents. I didn’t like him, my mother knew it. I thought she’d grow tired of him like she did every other guy she slept with. When she didn’t come back for me, I determined that she much preferred her freedom to being saddled with a precocious child. I never thought she’d stayed with him.
"We don’t know anything right now, not about their relationship or how close they were. Anything could have happened. He could have been blackmailing her, she could have been working with him, or maybe she was a