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her the estate goes to charity. That leaves me with a year to find her.

    Your website says that you’re looking for the real identity of the girl called Carol Golden. I followed your link and studied the photo and description of Carol. Although this may be wishful thinking on my part, I have hope, however slim, that Cynthia might still be alive and that Carol might be her.

    In addition to the photo, which bears a striking resemblance to Cynthia, and her description, which is also close, the fact that Carol may have spent time in the UK is of great interest as Cynthia was working in London when she disappeared.

    If Carol is Cynthia, this would be a win-win situation, to say the least. Carol would recover her identity (not to mention the money, which is 8 figures), and her grandmother, who lives here in Chapel Hill, would be overjoyed. Not to mention my satisfaction at carrying out the wishes of my clients.

    Let me know your thoughts on this.

    Yours sincerely,
    Paul Vigiano
    Attorney at Law

    His address and phone number were also enclosed. Frances liked to strike quickly when she had a lead. She checked her watch—it was early afternoon on the East Coast—grabbed her phone and punched in the number given by the attorney. A woman answered with the generic greeting, “Law Offices.” Frances gave her name and asked to speak to Paul Vigiano. She was put on hold. She checked her watch again and was interested to note that Mr. Vigiano answered the phone within thirty seconds.
    “Frances—hi. Paul Vigiano. I’ve been looking at your Web site so long, I feel I know you.”
    “Hello, Mr. Vigiano. I have a vague memory of receiving an e-mail from you before, but that was quite a while ago.”
    “Almost two years. But now we’ve really got something to talk about. Is Carol, as you call her, recovered from her injuries?”
    “She’s doing very well. She still has some scars on her face and head, but they’ll heal.”
    “Good. How would you describe her personality?”
    “Outgoing, warm. To my surprise, she doesn’t seem particularly depressed by the loss of her memory and identity, but she is determined to recover them again. She’s active rather than passive. She won’t sit around waiting for someone else to help her.”
    “That sounds like Cynthia, or at least what I remember about her and know about her from her parents. She was involved in everything.”
    “What about her coloring?”
    “Her father’s Japanese. I would say her coloring matches the picture of Carol.”
    “How long has it been since you’ve seen her?”
    “I haven’t seen her since she was in high school. She was away most of the time when she attended college in Massachusetts. She went off to London two years ago, as I mentioned in the e-mail, and disappeared almost immediately. Her parents went over to look for her, and I hired a detective to help them, but we turned up nothing.”
    “Do you have a fairly recent photo of her you could e-mail me, so I can compare it on this end?”
    “I’m looking for one. There’s a photo we used when we were first looking for her. I’ve misplaced my copy, but it’s on a missing persons Web site on the Internet. Her parents had the original. I haven’t had a chance to get their house cleaned out yet. That photo and others must be there.”
    “How about her grandmother? Does she have any?”
    “I’ll check with her and see what she has.”
    “What are the names of her parents?”
    “Helen and Richard Sakai.”
    “Your e-mail says Cynthia’s last name is Sakai. Has she ever been married?”
    “No…not that I know of.”
    Frances wrote quickly on her lined pad. “And her grandmother?”
    “I’d like to speak to Carol on the phone. Can you arrange that?”
    “Yes; I’ll talk to her and get back to you.”
    “Where is she staying?”
    “With a friend.”
    “What’s the number where she’s staying?”
    “Let me talk to her first. This is going to come as a shock to her. I’ll set it