Biggs leaned forward, looking in the box where he’d found the picture, and plucked out a few more, handing them to Diesel. There was a selfie of Axel and his mother smiling. Axel wore the black baseball cap and his mother’s cheek rested on his shoulder. They were outdoors, and though Diesel couldn’t see her guitar, he recognized the strap on her shoulder. The other pictures had more selfies of the two of them taken in different locations, some of them kissing, others laughing or serious faced, but in every one of them, there was a light in his mother’s eyes that shone brighter than he’d ever seen. There was another picture of his mother sitting in a hotel room wearing only a far-too-big black Dark Knights T-shirt and the baseball cap, smiling sweetly with a dreamy expression. She was holding one hand out toward whoever had taken the picture. He turned the pictures over, reading the dates on each, and realized they’d spent several days together.

Fucking Axel.

Diesel pushed to his feet and paced. “How could you not have known about them?”

“Son, my brother and I were close, but we didn’t talk about the women he got together with.”

“This date,” he seethed. “He could be my father.”

Biggs stroked his beard, nodding. “Or it could be a coincidence.”

“There’s got to be more pictures.” Diesel began digging furiously in the boxes. “Do I look like him? He was a big motherfucker, like me.”

Biggs studied him. “It’s hard to tell, son. It’s been a lot of years, and we see what we want to see.”

Diesel glowered, speaking through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to see myself in a man who used my mother and left her to raise me alone.” He shoved the box and paced like a caged animal, questions, memories, anger, and hurt consuming him. He shook his fist at Biggs, clutching the pictures. “Who would know about these? Who can tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know. That was thirty-plus years ago. But you’ve got to calm down, son.”

“Calm down?” Diesel fumed. “If this shit means what I think it means, my mother lied to me my entire life, and your brother used her and never looked back. I’ll fucking calm down when I get answers.”

Biggs pushed to his feet, leaning on his cane, his face a mask of concern. “I think your best chance of that is in Colorado.”