authorized representatives.
Halfway down was a name I recognized.
Not Ethan.
Samuel R. Baines.
I stared at it.
Sam Baines had been Ethan’s best friend since college.
Best man at our wedding.
Lily called him Uncle Sam.
He had eaten Thanksgiving dinner in our home.
I kept reading.
His title:
Chief Financial Officer, Northbridge Medical Logistics LLC.
“What?”
I whispered aloud.
I had never heard Sam mention Northbridge.
As far as I knew, he worked in commercial insurance.
I reached for my phone.
Ethan had sent another message.
Now search my emails for “Caroline.”
My heart stopped.
Caroline.
Adrian’s sister.
I looked toward the locked hotel door as though Adrian might somehow still be standing outside it.
Slowly, I returned to my inbox.
I typed the name.
Dozens of results appeared.
Most were meaningless promotional emails.
Caroline’s Closet.
Caroline Herrera advertisements.
A newsletter from a restaurant.
Then one message appeared
