Colleen said. “Don’t you think that’s a hell of a coincidence?” “I don’t know. I just don’t know. Right now everything feels like it’s all twisted up. Like I don’t know what caused what. Where it started and where it ends. God.” They were back in their warm hotel room, drinking room service tea, the sky outside going steely as thick, low clouds moved in and obliterated the sun. “Okay, look.” Shay was sprawled on the love seat, tapping on her iPad. “We know a lot that we didn’t know a few days ago. And we’re starting to get pulled in different directions. We need to separate what we know from what we’re just guessing at. Maybe then we’ll be able to figure out what we’re not seeing here.” Colleen went to the desk and came back with the notepad and pens with the hotel’s logo. “I have to do this on paper,” she said. “I can’t think about it unless I can see it all laid out.” She pulled a chair close to the coffee table and tore a piece of paper off the pad.
