Run Away - Harlan Coben Page 0,76
deference, the families don’t really have a say here. Both adoptees are of age, so it would be up to them to petition the court or this office. Mr. Gorse is recently deceased, as I understand it. Is that correct?”
“He was murdered, yes.”
“Oh God, that’s awful.”
“That’s why I’m here, by the way.”
“I’m sorry about this tragedy, but legally speaking, it probably means some other kind of legal form would need to be filled out. I don’t know of a case where an adoptee died—”
“Was murdered.”
“—and then one of his parents…his mother from the looks of this document…wanted information on the birth parents. I’m not sure she has any standing. As for Henry Thorpe, he’s alive, correct?”
“He’s missing under suspicious circumstances.”
“Still,” Isaacson said, “I don’t see how anyone—parent, guardian, whomever—can petition on his behalf.”
“They were both adopted here, Mr. Isaacson.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“The two men—both children adopted via your agency—have recently been in touch with one another. Are you aware of that?”
Isaacson said nothing.
“Now one is dead, and one is missing under mysterious circumstances.”
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“You can ask,” Elena said.
She folded her arms. She didn’t move. She just stared at him.
“My hands are tied here,” he tried. “I’d like to help.”
“Did you do these adoptions yourself?”
“We’ve done many adoptions over the years.”
“Do you know the name Aaron Corval? Perhaps you remember his father, Wiley. The family owns a tree farm and inn in Connecticut.”
He said nothing. But he knew.
“Was Mr. Corval a client?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“He’s dead too. Aaron Corval, I mean.”
His face lost whatever color was left.
“Was he adopted here?”
“I wouldn’t know,” he said again.
“Check the files.”
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to do that. You worked here back then—when these adoptions took place.”
“I started this place.”
“Yes, I know. It’s a lovely backstory, yours, all about how you wanted to save children and unite them with loving families because of your own paternity issues. I know all about it. I know all about you. You seem like a decent guy, a guy who has tried his best, but if there is anything amiss in any of your adoption paperwork—”
“There’s not.”
“But if there is, I’m going to find it. I’m going to dig into everything you’ve ever done and if I find one mistake, honest or not, I’m going to use it as leverage. Look at me, Mr. Isaacson.”
He raised his eyes and tried to hold hers.
“You know something.”
“I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Every adoption here is above board. If one of my employees committed a fraud on us…”
Now they were getting somewhere. Elena leaned forward. “If that’s the case, Mr. Isaacson, I’m your best friend. I’m here to help. Let me see the files. Your files. Not the legal ones. Let me track down the fraud and put it right.”
He said nothing.
“Mr. Isaacson?”
“I can’t show you the files.”
“Why not?”
“They’re gone.”
She waited.
“Five years ago, there was a fire. All of our records were lost. That wasn’t really an issue. Everything of relevance is kept with the county clerk’s office. Like I said. But even if I wanted to show you the files—which I can’t do legally anyway—they only exist at the county clerk’s office. That’s where you have to go.”
She stared at him.
“You’re not telling me something, Mr. Isaacson.”
“Nothing illegal was done.”
“Okay.”
“And I think whatever was, well, it was best for the children. That’s always been my concern. The children.”
“I’m sure that’s true. But now those children are being targeted and even killed.”
“I can’t see how it involves us.”
“Maybe it doesn’t,” she said, not reminding him that the only link so far was the Hope Faith Adoption Agency. “Maybe I’ll be able to clear you. Do you remember these cases at all?”
“In a way, yes. In a way, no.”
“What do you mean?”
“These cases required a little extra privacy.”
“In what way?”
“They were unwed mothers.”
“Aren’t a lot of your mothers unwed? I mean, even back then.”
“Yes,” he said, a little too slowly. He stroked his beard. “But these girls came from a fairly orthodox branch of Christianity.”
“What brand?”
“I never knew. But I also think…they didn’t like men.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. But I wasn’t allowed to know the mothers’ names.”
“You’re the owner here.”
“Yes.”
“So you had to sign off.”
“I did. That was the only time I saw the mothers’ names. But I don’t remember any.”
He did. Of course he did.
“What about the fathers’ names?”
“They were always listed as unknown.”
He was stroking his beard so hard, hairs were coming off