—Georges Braque Almost four weeks had gone by since her husband’s disappearance, and Nan Dawkins was starting to wonder if he’d ever return. What surprised her was that her daughter, who was extremely close to her father, seemed to be taking his disappearance in stride. Maybe she appeared more withdrawn than usual, but otherwise she seemed fine. James almost never left Nan’s mind. She had pored through his personal e-mails, notes, and journals for an answer to the mystery but hadn’t discovered a single clue. She had queried colleagues at work, trainers at the local gym where he occasionally worked out, and neighbors. They all said pretty much same thing: James was a friendly, modest guy who seemed content with his life. FBI agents had traveled to Geneva and retraced all of his movements. They had coordinated with the local Geneva police and the Swiss Federal Intelligence Service, which had done their own investigations. They had found no evidence of wrongdoing, foul play, or accidental death.
