He imagined his little brother. Also a half-sibling, also much younger than he. Nate had never lived with Finn, but he loved him just the same.

"Okay." He snatched a box cutter from off the counter. "Let's see if we can find it."

They searched the Pod until they found the box marked photos, then dug inside. The item they uncovered was a color sketch on cream-colored paper. He'd had it professionally mounted in a thick gilded frame. The drawing depicted a little log cabin surrounded by tall trees and nestled against a sparkling blue lake. In the bottom corner, Marisa had written her initials in tiny letters.

The artwork was simple. And it wasn't. With her talent and a box of colored pencils, Marisa had made the scene come alive. Nate could almost smell the flowers she'd drawn in the dainty window boxes, hear the lapping of ripples on the serene lake.

"May I?"

He handed Leslie the picture. "Your sister is immensely talented."

"I know." Her tone was flat. "She's good at everything."

Was that jealousy? Probably, but who could blame Leslie? Her little sister wasn't just talented, she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful a man couldn't forget. Not that Nate hadn't tried over the years, knowing he'd never seen her again.

Leslie stepped out of the Pod, and Nate followed, closed the door, and locked it behind him.

Back in the kitchen, Leslie opened her purse and pulled out a magnifying glass.

Nate stared at the top of her frizzy head while she studied the picture. He couldn't imagine she'd find anything. That picture had hung over his bureau for years. He'd looked at it a thousand times, and he'd never seen anything out of the ordinary.

"Got it." Leslie didn't look up. "Can you write this down for me?"

Just like that? So much for his powers of observation. He snatched a Sharpie and an old newspaper from his pile of packing supplies. "Go."

She recited an email address, and he wrote it down, a random scattering of numbers and letters at a Yahoo account.

She looked up, triumphant. "We got her."

He wasn't so sure. "May I see?"

She handed him the magnifying glass and pointed to a spot on one of the logs that made up the cabin. He looked at the spot with his naked eye and saw nothing. But through the magnifying glass...

He looked up. "How did you know it would be there?"

She shrugged. "She's my sister."

He handed her the magnifying glass and ripped away the edge of the newspaper where he'd written the email address. He held it out. "Here you go."

She looked at it, looked at him. "I think you should email her."

He took a step back. "Why me?"

"They might be monitoring my email."

"But if I email her, then when she emails back, I'll have to contact you. Won't that be just as dangerous?"

"I'll wait."