Sawyer focused on the artists' drawing. He held it out in the distance, then placed it down on the table. "Is this supposed to be my wife?"
"Well, your sister-in-law seems to think it's your wife."
He rolled his eyes. "There's nothing about this sketch that resembles my wife. Sara must be smoking something if she thinks this is Amanda."
"Mrs. Milligan thought the same thing," Jessie said.
"Did she? And how about Charles?" Sawyer's tone edged on the side of sarcasm. "Did he think so too?"
"He thought it resembled Amanda, but wasn't convinced."
"Where can we get a photograph of your wife, Mr. Sawyer?"
"I'm sure her parents have one. They seem to have everything else. But there's got to be an album somewhere in my house." He eyed the drawing again. "Who is this woman, anyway?"
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