The kitchen held a freezer, packed full of meats and vegetables, and the cupboards held enough canned goods to last a year. There was no bread, margarine, milk, eggs, or fresh veggies to go with anything, so she chose a couple of frozen pot pies and popped them into the microwave. Inspecting the drawers she located one that held paper, pens, tape, and batteries, and took out a notepad and a pen, then sat down at the little hardwood table and started making notes. What did she know? She knew that she and Michael had worked together for the DEA. She guessed Kelly had been working with them as well. She knew that she and Michael had both been in Africa, that they'd been secretly married there. And she knew that Peter had been there, too. And Dad. She closed her eyes. Yes. Her father had been there, too. He'd died there. But why? She wrote these things down, then tapped the pen on the pad, making little dots of ink. "Peter's a bad guy," she muttered, and jotted it down. Apparently, she and Michael had been investigating him for some crime.
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