David held up one hand to stop Joe and Candy. This was happening too fast and getting out of control. “Jacob Morgan and his daughter Lisette lived in Memphis in the 1880s? It can’t possibly be the same people I’m looking for.” Joe shrugged. “Candy hasn’t found any other references to Morgan Enterprises or a Morgan family with those names. And don’t forget Westmoreland.” Candy leaned back. “We’re way beyond coincidence here, guys. Too many people with the right names and a business too. I have to admit it sounds like Loony Tunes, but I don’t have another explanation.” Joe touched his arm. “Whadya think?” David’s mind was a war. He shook his head, hoping they’d give him some time to absorb, to sort it all out. He paced across the room and back a couple of times, then sat down again. “My impression of Lisette from the beginning has been that she seemed different.
