"Are you sure, Joe?"

Nancy studied the ring that the man was wearing. It was one of the few truly visible items in the whole article since the faces were blackened out too much to be identifiable. She'd seen it before, though, which is what alerted it to her in the first place. It was a simple pinky ring but with a unique, Celtic knotwork design on it.

"That's the ring that mom got us when she and dad were in Ireland," Joe affirmed. He held up his own hand where he was wearing his ring. "She got them because the knotwork stands for brotherhood, for close ties amongst family. I didn't even notice it."

"Why don't we dig around in the paper archives and see if we can't find this picture somewhere else? It says they were married in Wichita Kansas, right? So we could look in papers for that area and see if we can't find something where we can see their faces."

Joe nodded, feeling suddenly dry in the mouth. He set the newspaper article back down and leaned back, shaking, in his seat.

"Are you going to be okay, Joe?" Nancy asked him, sincerity in her voice. "I haven't seen you so… shook up… before."

"I just don't want to get my hopes up, Nan," Joe admitted. He looked away from the picture and toward the window that overlooked the front lawn of the Drew home. "I've had dreams, you know, where I see him and he's alive. Then I wake up in the morning and… it's like I have to lose him all over again. I know it scares Vanessa because I yell his name in my sleep."

Nancy nodded. "I've had dreams like that too," she admitted, softly. "Sometimes I swear I can see him in the distance but when I get closer, it's not him, just someone who has the same general features.

"Let's make a promise to each other, here and now, that if either of us get too deep into this search that we'll both pull out. There's no telling if this guy really is Frank or if it's something else. But, for both our sakes, we need to maintain an emotional distance from the case. Can we do that?"

Joe thought about it, really thought about it and nodded. "I can try," he vowed. "And I will. So what's first, oh great detective?"

Nancy laughed. "Computer search."

She sat down at her father's computer and booted it up, logged into it and went immediately to the Internet where she began of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Joe looked over her shoulder as she zipped through several different screens, calling up all kinds of past wedding announcements.

"I don't think it goes back far enough," Nancy sighed. "At least not this one. Why don't you call this paper and see if can fax us a copy of the picture? I'll keep it up on this end in case I'm missing something.

"Got it," Joe pulled out his own cell phone and dialed the number that Nancy gave him. It took him several minutes to explain what he wanted and why, but finally the person on the other end of the line agreed to find the archived picture and to fax a copy to Mr. Drew's fax machine.

Joe peered over Nancy's shoulder some more as she continued to zip through various web pages, reading through several wedding notices and announcements before the fax machine buzzed and a sheet of paper began to shoot through it. Joe reached for it, almost eagerly, and studied the picture.

"Damn!" he exclaimed a moment later.

"What is it?" Nancy asked as she looked up at him.

"You can't see his face, just hers. He's turned sideways, with his back almost turned to the camera."

"What do you think, though?" Nancy asked.

Joe frowned as he studied the picture a little more.

"Well," he confessed. "The man has the same color hair – or at least it's dark, like Frank's. He's got the same general build as well and what little I can see of his face… I'm just not positive. I don't know if I will be until we find this guy and question him."

"Let's do a people search," Nancy suggested. "Then from there we can decide where to go next. We may need to go to St. Louis ourselves – or wherever they're living. Let me see the rest of the items in that packet you got."

Joe handed her the envelope while he continued to study the picture. To be so close to finding out and yet still so far… it hurt. He wished he could see the man's face. One look and he would know for sure who he was.

"The woman is definitely not Callie, though," Joe muttered.

"What?" Nancy asked, distracted.

"The woman in the picture isn't Callie," Joe explained. "I don't know her."

"Oh," was Nancy's only response. She held the amethyst necklace in one hand and was holding it up to the light.

"I know this," she said, softly.

"What?" it was Joe's turn to be distracted but he looked at her.

"I've seen this before," Nancy said. "The chain and the amethyst pendant too. It was at a party a few months ago. A woman was wearing it…"

Nancy snatched the picture from Joe's hands and held it up with the amethyst. "It was her!" she exclaimed. "But she wasn't with anyone and she wasn't married. And her name wasn't Diana Petrilli either."

Nancy rubbed at her head as she tried to remember.

"It was Miriam. Miriam Alman…"

Ras-Alman!