The phone rang and Jessica answered it on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Jessica, it's Haskell."

"Oh, Haskell I'm so happy you called. Did you find anything out?"

"Well, as you may know, hospitals no longer hold onto birth records. They're all maintained at the state. Luckily I was able to phone in a few favors. A good friend pulled up the information."

Jessica shut her eyes, this was it. "Glen Alan Monroe, born February 11th, 1944 in Rye, New York. Mother, Ellen Marie Monroe, maiden name Richardson. Born in Portland, Maine on June fifth 1924. Father, Seth Hazlitt born in Cabot Cove, Maine September 23, 1923." There was silence.

"Does that help you any, Jessica?"

"Oh yes, I can't thank you enough Haskell. I hope you come and visit me in Maine, I'll treat you to a shore dinner."

"It's a date, talk to you later Jessica."

Jessica decided to head to Seth's house and tell him what she learned.

When she arrived Seth and Glen were sitting on the couch. They were looking over some old photos.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you two," Jessica said with a smile.

"Come on in, Jess. Glen and I were looking at some old photos."

Jessica sat next to Seth and picked up a few. She held one of a small boy, Buster Brown hair cut with knickers and button down shirt. She began to chuckle, "Seth is this you as a little boy?"

"Yes, in all my embryonic arrogance. My mother tried to dress me in knickers for years," he scowled at the thought.

Glen laughed. There were photos of Seth from high school, where he was on the football and track team. Jessica then picked up a photo of Seth and Ellen, they made a beautiful couple. "Glen is this your mother?"

"Yes it is. I've never seen photos of my mom in her early years, other than a few of her as a little girl."

As the two men continued to reminisce Jessica felt that they both seemed more comfortable with each other.

"Uh, Seth. I got a call from my friend Haskell Weeks. You remember him? The journalist in New York."

Seth looked surprised and Jessica didn't know what to say. "I had him look into Glen's birth certificate."

Glen looked up and then looked at Seth. "Why, would you do that? Don't you believe me when I handed you the birth certificate?"

Seth was at a loss for words so Jessica spoke first, "Glen, Seth had nothing to do with this. I did it on my own. I hope you're not angry with me. It's just that Seth is a very special person in my life and I tend to get over protective. You have to admit it's hard to accept something of this magnitude."

Glen's anger seemed to be receding and Seth tried to pour oil over the troubled waters. "Glen, Jessica is more than a good friend. She just likes to check through things thoroughly. Get the facts, you know."

Jessica paused before she continued, "Haskell told me the state of New York now oversees birth records. He found Glen's and you are listed as the father Seth."

Neither man seemed surprised. "I didn't doubt it for a minute. Talking with Glen here, seeing his photo as a boy, observing his mannerisms…it's like watching a younger version of myself."

Still the mystery was not solved. "I still don't understand why my mother would not wait for you and then marry another man? Don't get me wrong, I loved my father and we were a very loving family."

For once, Jessica felt like this was one mystery that would escape her ability to solve. Seth picked up one of the photos scattered on the table, "Ellen, why didn't you tell me," he muttered softly under his breath.

Jessica wanted to cry for Seth, he didn't deserve this. She glanced at the photo it was of Seth, Ellen, Tim and Patty. "You know something Seth, I think we can finally get the answer that you and Glen have been looking for."