The address was a series of numbers and letters. She needed Alec on this. He was her only connection with the past. Even though it would be painful, they had to work together on this. She had come this far after all. She called him. “Alec here.” His voice was gravelly with sleep. She looked at her watch. Maybe six-thirty was a bit early in the morning. “Did I wake you?” she asked. “Who is this?” How could he not know her voice? “It’s Megan.” “Oh…Meggie…Megan. Oh.” He seemed flustered. She said, “I got an e-mail last night…” A pause. “About the shooting?” “No.” “Megan?” She held the receiver tightly to her ear. “It was a short, cryptic e-mail with an attachment. It was a picture of a house. Alec, it’s the house in Bath that I lived in until I was five. I recognize it!” He said, “We should meet. We need to talk. About a lot of things. I’ve spoken with the investigating officers regarding the accidents in California and Augusta. Plus…I got an e-mail, too.”
