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CONNOR
I returned to my hotel room alone. I removed the two flash drives from their case, then took two envelopes from the drawer. I addressed one to Sarah, one to Caitlin Hammond. I put one flash drive in each, along with a brief letter to my sister. Then I phoned a courier service and had the envelope for Sarah picked up for delivery the next day. In the event anything goes wrong, I thought.
I phoned Lynne. “This is it, darlin’,” I told her, explaining what the FBI agent and I had decided to do.
“You can’t be serious,” Lynne objected. “This is suicide, Connor.”
“It’s the only way I can see to locate those missing kids,” I said.
“What about your own son?” she wanted to know.
I wished I could make her understand. “I love you.”
“I love you. We love you,” she said. I could tell sh
