Chapter 22: Preliminary Research

I drove a mile over the speed limit because I read somewhere that cops are least suspicious when you’re just barely breaking the law. It was time to follow my only lead: Martin Dawes, the man who’d emailed Tonya.

On I-70, I headed west toward Columbus’s Short North district. My destination was the UPS Store on Fifteenth. The small store off High Street was one of the last places in town where you can rent the Internet.

I had gone there a few months ago to order a present for Tonya because I did...