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About a year ago they each made
an addendum to their wills to the effect that I, as their executor,
would have 2 years to find Cynthia. If I don’t find 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