Epilogue
When I was in the hospital recovering from the wound I’d received when the bullet went through my ankle, Tom came to visit. He said the flash drive Holly had left for us informed us of many things. I sighed and stared at my cast. I just wished I could have figured out those things earlier.
First, Bob Rushwood was the biological father of Drew. His birthday was September 4. I hadn’t thought that zero-nine-zero-four, Holly’s outdoor security code, could be anything but random numbers. But perhaps I should have deduced that puzzle from the interior security code: zero-four-one-five, Drew’s birthday. The man is outside. The child is inside.
On the flash drive, Holly wrote the notes she’d been talking about: that she’d discovered too late that Bob was a narcissist who always wanted
