Chapter Fifteen
Sophie’s messages were written sporadically—Jon giving her new passwords each time a new one was posted to an Internet site. Even the websites changed—almost daily, as though the information about Sophie, Elle-22, and the villa was too hot for any server to handle for long. If Maureen wanted to return to read the words again, she was disappointed to find that they were nowhere to be found. And the pages were not printable. Perhaps they self-destructed the moment they’d been read so the server could disavow that they’d ever been there at all. Some kind of subterfuge was operating here—deliberate and painstakingly observed.
Maureen let her days pass with little worry of Sophie. Occasionally, she’d wonder when she’d hear from her again, but more often, she daydreamed of her
