They climbed out and walked up the sidewalk between low boxwood hedges. “This is where your hacker lives?” “Reformed hacker.” Zoe handed Jack one of the bags of Chinese takeout as her phone chimed, signaling she had a new text. “That’s weird. The message space is blank. There’s only a photo attached.” Zoe opened the link and frowned. “Why would Helen send me a picture of her house? I know what it looks like.” Jack shrugged. “Maybe she sent it to the wrong number.” “No, wait. It’s not her number. I don’t know who sent this.” As she spoke another blank text with a picture attached popped up. The next photo was another of Helen, this time standing on her porch, signing for a UPS package. A third photo arrived, Helen walking into the building where she worked at the county offices. The next message didn’t have a photo. It read, “Don’t forget our agreement. We know where your friends live and work.” Zoe’s stomach flipped. “Oscar. It’s got to be him.
