“Jane! Hey, darlin’,” my dad said as he hugged Jane. He’d always treated her as if she were another daughter. She hugged him back. Then we headed to the couch to sit while Jane went to get her purse.

“Jane emptied her family’s safe deposit box today, and there was a package in there for you, from Will,” I blurted. Jane went to the foyer to get her purse, and Dad sat on the couch with an expectant look on his face. “What if it has to do with all this weird crap that keeps coming up lately,” I said.

“Maybe. Hopefully.” He took the large manila envelope from Jane and emptied it onto the coffee table. It contained a bunch of papers and a flash drive. Holy crap, a flash drive, that weird guy had been asking about a flash drive the other day in front of Violet’s. Dad started sifting through the papers and shaking his head. He looked frustrated. “I wish he would have left a note or something instead of just my name on the envelope. This is a bunch of nothing; maps and lists of street names. Lily, grab my laptop, and we can check out this flash drive.” I opened the drawer on the coffee table and pulled out the laptop, then I snatched the flash drive and booted it up. I stared in confusion at what appeared to be rows of numbers, more street names, and even more maps. I scrolled through the information and stopped when I saw a picture. It was a man, good looking, with long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. I had no idea who it was, but at least it was something besides lists of seemingly random information.

“I have no idea who that is,” Jane said from over my shoulder as she stood at the side of the couch.

Dad shrugged.

“I’ll see what I can do to find out who this is, then go from there,” Dad said.

“Maybe Trevor knows what this is about,” I said and looked up as Dylan bounded down the stairs. Jane was standing, so he hugged her, then hopped onto my dad’s lap and hugged him.

“I don’t like that guy. He’s mean,” Dylan said. He was looking at the picture on the laptop. We all glanced at each other at Dylan’s announcement.

“When did you meet this man?” I asked. I was trying to remain calm and not freak Dylan out.

“I was at the park with Daddy.” He meant Will. I had noticed he had started referring to Will as “Daddy” and Luke as “Dad.”