Her gray-streaked hair framed kind eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Carl's.
"Yes?" she questioned warily, her voice becoming raspy with age.
"Mrs. Jones?" Miller asked in a calm, businesslike voice. "The police are with us. Could we please enter?"
After a brief pause, the lady moved aside to lead them inside the dimly illuminated house. The smells inside were quite different from the modern environment Carl was used to; they were of dust and ancient books.
"What can I do for you all?" Mrs. Jones questioned, looking from them to one another.
A warm smile broadly spread over Angela's lips as she moved forward. "We are trying to find someone. Emily, a lady, is someone you could have known in the past."
Mrs. Jones's face showed a brief flash of recognition, then a flood of despa
