Chapter 7
I jumped when my phone vibrated—Ryan, of course.
Ryan: Did you watch it? Is that her? What do you think?
Me: It’s her. I believe it. Look at this.
I sent him a picture of the route between Lanster and Dunn College, and his reply came a second later.
Damn.
I heaved a sigh. What now? I reached for my laptop and drummed my fingers on the keyboard, thinking hard.
Melissa’s ghost was haunting my house, not some creepy photographer’s old apartment in upstate New York. So that seemed to exonerate Rufner unless he’d personally driven to New Hampshire to pick her up then driven straight back—an eight-hour round trip. Not likely, especially on the day his exhibition opened.
I played the video again, listening carefully. What did D_plexippus mean when he mentioned “the boards?” He’d
