"Eric?"
Eric tried to rouse himself from the depths of sleep. "What? Phoebe? You all right?"
"Your cell phone is ringing."
"Uh. Sorry." Eric lurched from the warmth of his bed and hurried into the next room. The call was from Scardino. "What do you have?"
"I don't have anything," Scardino replied. "But Evan Shadbolt has a letter that could be an attempt to reunite the family."
"From whom?"
"Possibly the missing woman."
"Where is she now?"
"At his home. I said you'd go there and pick up the letter. If you take it to the widow who saw the address on the envelope, you could ask her to compare the handwriting."
Thanks!
Corrina.
