Chapter 12

I looked intently at my empty ice cream cup. Ice cream usually helps with my inner calm and general well-being. Shame it seemed I would need a second one. I focused on the problem at hand avoiding both Jonathan's and Jake's glares. I decided that I was in charge of the situation.

"Well, that's easy. We will just connect with her and sort it out," I was confident it sounded both vague and determined enough, that they would not doubt me.

"I guess you know where is she buried?" I asked Jonathan. No matter how the situation unfolded, I was sure we needed to be as close to her as possible.

"No...." Jonathan's answer was more a whisper. I didn't expect the complication.