“Yeah, it was. Feels like a lifetime ago, though.” She told him about the results of the IAB hearing, Josh Hamilton and what he’d uncovered on the Internet.

“So he just happened to see an age-progression photo that was of him? What’re the odds of that?”

“Astronomical.”

“Imagine seeing one of those photos, and it’s you. Jesus.”

“You haven’t even heard the real kicker yet. Guess who his father is?”

“Who?”

“Troy Hamilton.”

“As in the FBI director Troy Hamilton?”

“One and the same.”

“Holy shit. Sam, seriously... Are you kidding me right now?”

“Would I do that?”

“What’s your plan?”

“To keep him alive while we wait for DNA proof that he’s Taylor Rollings.”

“So you think he is?”

“I think he could be. The resemblance to the photo is uncanny. It’s like someone drew a picture of him and posted it. His thirtieth birthday is next week, so the timing works. And according to Freddie, who I’ve got babysitting him, his father has been calling every fifteen minutes, which is more than he’s called his son in the last five years.”

“So Hamilton knows about the photo—and he knows that Josh knows.”

“Yeah, that’s the theory. How well do you know Hamilton?”

“Not very well. From what I’ve seen at hearings on the Hill and in a few meetings at the White House, he’s a cool customer with an ego the size of Texas.”

“It’s well earned. He’s a legend in law enforcement circles.”

“And in his own mind.”

“So you don’t like him.”

“I don’t know him well enough not to like him, but something about him is off-putting. Can’t put my finger on it.”

“You think he’d be capable of kidnapping someone’s child and taking him home to raise as his own?”

“Hell if I know. I can’t imagine how anyone would be capable of such a thing. Those poor people. They’ve been through hell for thirty years. It sure would be something if you could give them some peace.”

“If Josh turns out to be Taylor, I fear that peace will be the least of what I’m giving them, and the frustrating part is that there’s not a damned thing we can do from an investigative perspective until the DNA comes back.”

“You could look into where Hamilton and his wife were the day Taylor went missing.”

“How can I do that without bringing down the wrath of Hamilton on me and the department?”

“Carefully.”

Sam could hear how tired he was in the way he said that one word. “You need to sleep now. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”