"So why did Mario send you a picture, too? Did you know this Mrs. Rafferty?" Athena asked the Old Man.
"Yes. She was my wife."
Athena looked stunned, and barely noticed that the Old Man had put a cup of tea in front of her. She glanced down at it now and took a drink. "Did she really have a daughter who had an engagement party, or was that all some secret code of some sort?"
"No, we had a beautiful daughter, Jazlyn. Well, I expect everyone thinks their daughter is beautiful. Ours really was, though. She had long, flowing hair, as shiny black as an onyx." He got up and went toward the bedroom. He returned with a couple of picture frames in his hand. The Old Man handed Athena the first photograph. Jazlyn was as beautiful as her father said, and she stood there proudly between her parents in front of a rather large tree.
"This is her wedding photo." He handed her another photo. The bride was lovely, of course. The contrast between her dark hair and bright dress was stunning. Athena barely looked at the groom, and handed the photo back to the Old Man. "Look again," he instructed her.
Athena looked at the picture again. Finally she looked at the groom. He looked sort of familiar, and a song came to mind. She looked again. Jazlyn's groom was Harmonica Man. That must be why he started playing the harmonica when she talked about the engagement party. It was his engagement, too. His bride. Suddenly she was much more interested in what happened to his wife and children, and their connection to both Mario Villa in the picture and Francisco Ojeda in the diary.