Emily woke up with a plan fed by the suggestion from Mr. Harris. It drove her to get up, get dressed, wash the old tears from her face and act instead of react. To retrace the steps leading to Cole's loss on the slim but real chance she might remember something after all.
She was tired of the nothing inside her leaching away her strength and her resolve to help her brother. The police had squat, the arrogant and angry Detective Brandsom at a loss.
"The trail is cold," he told them the evening before as the last of the storm made its way over the heavy forest, leaving the empty, star-lit sky behind. As empty as her heart. Those pinpricks of light held her attention out the living room window. She could look at nothing else, not his face surely, or the blame settling on his low brow every
