Chapter 28: A Family History

They drove in silence for several seconds, until Marian began to once again notice the noise of the world outside, the sounds of a city starting to go to sleep.

Harley didn’t breathe, staring out the front windshield as she put the pieces together. “Wait. What?”

“He was Jacques when I knew him,” Marian said. “But I do not think that was his original name. Walter calls him Jehan on the rare occasions when he talks about him.”

“So you’ve known pretty much all along?” Harley asked, pulling back a bit.

“Of course not, ma cherie. I knew that Jacques was Walter’s brother, but I did not know that Jacques was Jonathan.”

“I can’t help but feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me,” Harley said. “I know we’ve only known each other a few weeks, but the last couple of nights it’s as if you’re a different person. The way you manhandled that cop, the conversation you had with Adam; he seemed to know you.”

“I have been alive a very long time, ma cherie.”