CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was all Keri could do not to toss her hot coffee on the innocent doughnut shop employee who filled it up for her.
Her frustration was near boiling over and she was tempted to take it out the nearest person. In this case it just so happened to be the sleepy-eyed guy who refilled her cup without asking, messing up the delicate balance of cream and sugar.
Of course, that wasn’t what she was really upset about. It was 12:45 in the morning and she’d been sitting under the fluorescent lights of the doughnut shop for fifteen minutes, her knees, elbows, and everything in between aching, poring over the postcards laid out on the table in front of her. And still she hadn’t figured out what they meant.
Keri had been studying the return addresses, which she sensed were the key
