Slowly he nods. “Yeah. In a song a couple of years back. It was on an album. It wasn’t a hit.” Mom hadn’t had a hit in years, but they didn’t talk about that… She still got asked to write songs to fill out albums. Grant knew that wasn’t the way to talk about what she did when she wrote, but it was true. Grant clears his throat and sings softly, “You keep your little secrets hidden from me/like they were treasures in an old oak tree/like the one down by our creek/where we’d play hide-and-seek/and you’d always find me…” He has a nice voice.

“Amazed that wasn’t a hit,” Peter says, and with anyone else it might sound mean, but with Peter it sounds plainspoken.

“The melody was the best part,” Grant says.

“But that answers the question. She might have talked about it. She’s written about you and Julia, right?”

Grant nods.

“So someone who was determined to learn about you could know these pieces about your life and what they mean. It could still be someone who’s never met you. Was there anything in the tree?”

Grant’s not ready to share the news about the cash. “There was nothing there.”

Peter shrugs. “Then probably it’s just someone trying to convince you that he knows about your life to be credible when he’s accusing your family of lies.”

The cash changes that, Grant thinks, but instead he says: “But how would he get Drew’s email?”

“Email spoofing is super common,” Peter says. “In this case the…Sender could find Drew’s email any number of ways once he realizes Drew is a friend of yours. Then he could edit the email headers in the message to look like it came from Drew. Now, in the picture, he’s got another email address…this Gmail address, with the random-looking numbers and letters. Did you see that?”

“Oh, yes,” Grant says, as if he hadn’t noticed it before.

Peter stares at him. “Well, have you tried emailing him at this Gmail address?”

“No,” Grant lies. He doesn’t look at Peter, staring at the screen.

“That’s smart. You don’t need to engage with this person. Sometimes these people are dangerous. Now, you clicked on this photo. It was a hyperlink that opened your browser and took you to a site, yes?”

“Yes. That’s where the photo of the lady in the rain and the message about lies was. That’s a stock photo, by the way.” He notices that Peter is staring at the photo.