I looked at Rachel.
“What happened in Philadelphia?”
Shame filled her eyes.
“Nothing criminal. Graham was struggling with addiction three years ago. He disappeared for two days. I found him in a motel and brought him home. Nobody knows except my family.”
“How could this person know?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did you tell me not to contact you?”
Rachel wrapped her arms tightly around herself.
“Because the message arrived seconds after you called. Whoever sent it knew you were trying to reach me.”
A chill ran through me.
Someone had been watching both of us.
I asked Rachel to forward every message and photograph.
She hesitated before agreeing.
“Please be careful, Lola,” she said. “This is not a rejected woman or some jealous stranger.”
“You think my father is involved?”
“I think someone close to him is.”
I wanted to defend him.
Instead, I remembered how defensive he had become when I questioned him about his dates.
