Chapter 1I’m back in town, Nessa’s text read. You around this weekend? Absolutely. No question. Where do you want me? Rachel winced as she read her response over now. Nessa had texted her back a location to meet, but it was just an address. See you there. Saturday morning. Don’t be late. The rest of Rachel’s questions and not-so vague flirtations had not been answered—but they’d definitely been read. Rachel found the address on her bus route easily enough, but Google Earth hadn’t given her much more than a church parking lot. Considering how devious and delectable Nessa was in her day-to-day life, Rachel hoped her spontaneous text messages were not a sudden conversion letter. Because if they are, Rachel thought, then my responses are even more desperate. She brushed off her own doubt a