The Ashbourne Connection

Declan walked to the table.

He looked at the photograph.

The face at the far right.

He studied it for several seconds in the way of someone matching an image to a memory he hadn't accessed in a very long time.

Then something moved across his face.

"Uncle Otto," said Declan.

Quietly. Like a name surfacing from a layer of memory long left unopened.

"My father's side," said Declan. "He died seven yea