CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Beyond the prison walls, the sun was high and bright. Avery shielded her eyes and headed to her car. The emptiness of the parking lot and the vast blue of the sky made her realize just how empty and vast her current situation had become.
The university class lists, she thought. That’s the final piece. If no names match, we’re back at square one.
Howard’s question stuck in her mind.
Really? Really?
What did he mean? she wondered. I told him I’d researched everything about the signs.
Really?
She wanted to call Thompson and ask about the handwriting expert, and the names from the college professor’s class. You’re off the case, she reminded herself.
Relieved that the only pressure on the case came from herself, Avery hopped in her car. The astrology book was on the se
