On Thin Ice by Linda Hall

we should get a copy of your class yearbook. Sophia and Jennifer were in your class. And Bryan, too.”
    “Paul was a year older, and you were two years older.”
    “Still,” he said. “A lot of our friends would be in that yearbook. Steve also suggested going through our old guest list for the wedding. Obviously someone kept their invitation.”
    “Someone had two of them. Do you even remember who we invited?”
    She was conscious that they were standing very close together.
    He said, “Not exactly, but I’m sure between the two of us we could come up with a pretty good list. Do you have your high school yearbook? We could piece things together from it.”
    Megan shook her head. “I honestly have no idea where my yearbook is. Maybe when I moved to Baltimore I left it at my grandmother’s house. I was confused then. I didn’t take a lot of my stuff.”
    He nodded, a faraway look on his face as he gazed past her down to the lake to where Vicky and Brad were slowly maneuvering through the snow. Vicky punched Brad playfully in the arm. He reached down, grabbed a handful of snow and showered her with it. Megan could hear them laugh from here.
    “Did you tell Steve about my grandmother?” Megan asked.
    “I told him as much as I thought he needed to know.”
    “Right.”
    “So I didn’t tell him about your grandmother,” he said. “Nor about my brother.”
    “So you didn’t tell him everything?”
    “I suppose I didn’t.”
    “That’s probably good.” She took a breath and continued, “All I want is to know why someone plans to kill me. I don’t know how going through an old yearbook and rehashing things will help anything.”
    “It might jog a few memories, things we’ve forgotten, people we don’t remember. Names. Faces.” He paused. She waited.
    Alec said, “My parents might have a yearbook. There might be something at their house.” They were making their way back down the hill. In the short time they’d been walking, the sun had disappeared and clouds were moving in.
    He continued, “When my brother was sentenced to prison, my mother boxed up all of his stuff. I bet there’sa yearbook in there. I was thinking of going to Augusta for a few days, see what I can find. I also want to talk to Paul Magill’s family. And the police there, too.”
    Megan said, “I’ll go with you.”
    Alec stopped on the trail and looked down at her. “You want to go with me?”
    Megan thought about it. “I do. And if there’s time I’d like to drive by my old house in Bath. See if it’s like the picture.”
    “Are you sure you want to come?” he asked.
    “Yes. This whole thing is about me as much as it’s about you.”
    “I was planning on staying overnight.”
    “Fine, I’ll get a hotel.”
    “My parents have a big house. I’m sure you can stay overnight there.”
    “Okay. I’ll stay with them,” Megan said quickly. And then she thought about it. Staying with his parents? When they were engaged, Alec’s mother had been so kind to her that Megan began to wonder if his mother could be like a mother to her.
    But then they seemed to side with Bryan. Against her. Or at least, that’s how it felt at the time.
    She said, “Are you sure your mother would like to see me? Much less have me in her house?”
    “My mother would love to see you. She often talks about you.”
    Megan raised her eyebrows at that. They were stoppedin the path and stood underneath the snow-covered branches of a cedar. It was like their own private cave. “All of us,” he said, “my family, me, have done a lot of thinking about things since…everything happened.”
    “What kind of things?” She looked at him expectantly.
    He sighed. “A lot of things. Bryan has changed. God has changed him. If you had a chance to meet him you would see that. But back then, my mother would never admit that Bryan had problems. She’s never been very strong. But we, none of us, thought that he could actually kill anyone. I guess we’ve