Chapter 5
Arlington, VA
3 December 2010
Ian
THE WEEK AFTER Thanksgiving started with us in high spirits, despite the unsolved mystery hanging over our heads. Randy and I went to work Monday still feeling warm and fuzzy from the memories of a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend, and that state of semi-euphoria carried me through the rest of the week, including most of Friday. However, everything came crashing down when I got home Friday afternoon. Randy was already there, and I followed a series of loud noises to the kitchen, where he was angrily slamming pots and pans around as he prepared our dinner. “What’s wrong?” I said the minute I saw what he was doing.
“FedEx envelope; downstairs on your desk,” he said through clenched teeth. “Here, take this with you—you’ll need it.” He handed me a
