She blinked, not understanding. “What?”

“He’s been using different identities for years,” Kris continued, pulling out a folder and laying several photographs in front of her. “These are all him.”

Sarah stared at the images, her stomach twisting. Harry—or Austin—appeared in various disguises: a clean-cut gentleman, a nerdy type, a business professional. Each photo showed a different version of the man she thought she knew. Her heart pounded, and she could feel her throat ...