Chapter 5I didn’t go directly back to the mansion; I drove into town instead. It’d been ten years, but nothing had changed all that much. And though there were certainly no Internet coffee houses, there was, thankfully, a public library, small though it was. And lo and behold, there was one computer tucked neatly in the back of the place.
Not surprisingly, because life is never that easy, I quickly discovered that there were no local Beau Pellinghams on f*******: or LinkedIn. None on MySpace or Twitter, either. Those that did pop up were long dead, found only in obituaries, or lived many states away or were clearly the wrong age. Still, I sat there and scrolled through it all, alone in my corner, heart racing when that last name appeared. Like a whistle, it blew in my head each time I cam
