Chapter Eight
I dug my cell phone from my shoulder bag and called Blaine, leaving a message to get in touch with me as soon as possible. Then, I went back inside the Kandinsky home.
The time disparity between Melissa’s last phone call with her dad and the day she’d last been seen at school worried me. Perhaps Melissa didn’t want to reveal that she’d stopped going to class due to pride. After all, her father hadn’t approved of her career plans.
I mulled other possibilities. Had someone taken Melissa and forced her to call her father? Toward what end? Blaine needed to share more details about their last conversation. Assuming he wasn’t lying, an act I couldn’t quite fathom.
Just in case, I used my cell phone to take photos of the letters and restored their place with the other papers. Wh
