where he was, or with whom? Better to send an e-mail that he could read at his leisure.
She opened her laptop and typed her message.
TO: CShields00721
From: AMMccall00913
RE: Report
Hey, Connor—Just a quick question. Brought Dylan’s file home tonight, it’s all out of order (too many hands in this pot over the past couple of years)—quite the mess. Started trying to organize, using the master list as a guide. Found all but three items in file, including a report that was attributed to you. Could I ask you about the nature of your report? Do you remember? Did this reflect directly on the op, or did this deal with identifying Dylan at the M.E.’s office, maybe? Am confused, since I was not aware you had been involved in this op in any way.
Just curious—would like to tidy up the file, as well as try to find some closure. I guess we all would like that.
Annie
She turned her attention back to the file and its master list, which continued to guide her in her quest to put the file in perfect order before sharing its contents with Evan. Some minutes later, she heard the
ping
that announced in-coming email. She leaned over the computer to see who the correspondence was from and was surprised to see that Connor had responded so quickly.
To: AMMccall00913
From: CShields00721
Re: Yours
Hey, Annie—You’re sure that report isn’t stuck inside another folder or something in the file? Definitely turned it in. Didn’t contribute a whole hell of a lot to the investigation. They just wanted me to confirm that I had been pulled from the op at the last minute and that Dylan substituted for me and why—how that whole thing had been set up. All before-the-fact stuff. Nothing that shed any light on the events later that night.
Anything I can help you with, any other questions, I’m here.
Connor
Annie read the e-mail, then reread that one line over and over.
They just wanted me to confirm that I had been pulled from the op at the last minute, and that Dylan substituted for me and why—how that whole thing had been set up. All before-the-fact stuff . . .
Annie stared at the screen. Connor had originally been part of this operation? Dylan had been sent at the last minute as a substitute for Connor? Why had she not heard this before?
Or had she? In the dense fog of confusion and pain she’d been trapped in for weeks after Dylan’s death, had someone mentioned this?
Maybe.
She doubted it, but then again, there was much from that time she couldn’t remember. She was hard-pressed to remember Dylan’s funeral, had little recollection of the viewing, and none whatsoever of the graveside services, though certainly she’d been there. Maybe someone had mentioned that Connor originally had been slated for this assignment, and the information had been lost in the midst of her grief. She couldn’t honestly say she hadn’t been told. On the other hand, she couldn’t say she had.
She drummed her fingers on the side of her laptop, trying to determine the importance of this new information.
She dialed Evan’s number and was grateful that he picked up on the second ring. She told him about the e-mail from Connor, then said, “I’m trying to decide how—or if—this changes things.”
“I guess the only way to answer that is to know what else Connor had been involved in back then.”
“You mean, if he’d been involved in something someone might have wanted to kill him for?” She laughed roughly. “That’s every assignment Connor’s ever been on.”
“Look, why not just ask him if there was anything going on back then that sticks in his memory.”
“Even if there was, he wouldn’t be able to tell me.”
“Maybe not, but maybe it’s something he can look into himself. You won’t know if you don’t ask.”
“True. Maybe I’ll just e-mail him . . .” She opened her laptop and debated on how best to put forth the question.
“Good idea. Bring it all with you this weekend and we’ll toss it around a
She opened her laptop and typed her message.
TO: CShields00721
From: AMMccall00913
RE: Report
Hey, Connor—Just a quick question. Brought Dylan’s file home tonight, it’s all out of order (too many hands in this pot over the past couple of years)—quite the mess. Started trying to organize, using the master list as a guide. Found all but three items in file, including a report that was attributed to you. Could I ask you about the nature of your report? Do you remember? Did this reflect directly on the op, or did this deal with identifying Dylan at the M.E.’s office, maybe? Am confused, since I was not aware you had been involved in this op in any way.
Just curious—would like to tidy up the file, as well as try to find some closure. I guess we all would like that.
Annie
She turned her attention back to the file and its master list, which continued to guide her in her quest to put the file in perfect order before sharing its contents with Evan. Some minutes later, she heard the
ping
that announced in-coming email. She leaned over the computer to see who the correspondence was from and was surprised to see that Connor had responded so quickly.
To: AMMccall00913
From: CShields00721
Re: Yours
Hey, Annie—You’re sure that report isn’t stuck inside another folder or something in the file? Definitely turned it in. Didn’t contribute a whole hell of a lot to the investigation. They just wanted me to confirm that I had been pulled from the op at the last minute and that Dylan substituted for me and why—how that whole thing had been set up. All before-the-fact stuff. Nothing that shed any light on the events later that night.
Anything I can help you with, any other questions, I’m here.
Connor
Annie read the e-mail, then reread that one line over and over.
They just wanted me to confirm that I had been pulled from the op at the last minute, and that Dylan substituted for me and why—how that whole thing had been set up. All before-the-fact stuff . . .
Annie stared at the screen. Connor had originally been part of this operation? Dylan had been sent at the last minute as a substitute for Connor? Why had she not heard this before?
Or had she? In the dense fog of confusion and pain she’d been trapped in for weeks after Dylan’s death, had someone mentioned this?
Maybe.
She doubted it, but then again, there was much from that time she couldn’t remember. She was hard-pressed to remember Dylan’s funeral, had little recollection of the viewing, and none whatsoever of the graveside services, though certainly she’d been there. Maybe someone had mentioned that Connor originally had been slated for this assignment, and the information had been lost in the midst of her grief. She couldn’t honestly say she hadn’t been told. On the other hand, she couldn’t say she had.
She drummed her fingers on the side of her laptop, trying to determine the importance of this new information.
She dialed Evan’s number and was grateful that he picked up on the second ring. She told him about the e-mail from Connor, then said, “I’m trying to decide how—or if—this changes things.”
“I guess the only way to answer that is to know what else Connor had been involved in back then.”
“You mean, if he’d been involved in something someone might have wanted to kill him for?” She laughed roughly. “That’s every assignment Connor’s ever been on.”
“Look, why not just ask him if there was anything going on back then that sticks in his memory.”
“Even if there was, he wouldn’t be able to tell me.”
“Maybe not, but maybe it’s something he can look into himself. You won’t know if you don’t ask.”
“True. Maybe I’ll just e-mail him . . .” She opened her laptop and debated on how best to put forth the question.
“Good idea. Bring it all with you this weekend and we’ll toss it around a
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