Oh. I guess I haven't filled you in. Do you want me to start from the beginning?" "Please.'' Quinn accepted the letter from Myra, not daring to glance at it until he got his emotions under control. A letter from Rand. What next? A notarized confession? This was turning into the probe from hell. Myra took a deep breath and said, "Okay, this is what I know firsthand. Alison and Rand had been ... uh, well, doing it, since July in the summer after our junior year. Their first time was in the backseat of his—you remember the red Pontiac? God, I loved that car. It happened after he took her home early from a wake reception at his parents' house. Alison made up a story about how she thought she was coming down with something; that's how she got out of going home later with her parents. Even Rand believed her. But I guess she knew what she wanted. "After that, it was whenever and wherever they could. I remember she said they did it once in the gardener's cottage when you and your father were off buying some fancy trees for Mrs.
