Chapter Thirty-Eight
Piecing the Puzzle
Life is a succession of lessons, which must be lived to be understood.
All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
DAY 7—8:42PM
Tampa City Streets
LUKAS
“Ana?” Elena screeches. “My Ana? No… that’s not even poss… I can’t… I won’t.”
I speed through traffic, nearly barreling through several stoplights. The wheels of my Audi screech as I catch another yellow light, scarcely passing the overhead glow before it can turn red.
I’m on my way to Elena’s studio—with Elena in tow. And this time… the only person I’m thinking about confronting is the last person that ever I thought I’d have to… Ana—the conniving young woman who orchestrated tonight’s little get-up and implicated herself in the process.
The note was an
