family probably knew her, for sure. Did they send the photo to remind Clint of her? Cindy wouldn’t put it past them.
Cindy had to find out who the woman was. She didn’t know where it would lead, but she was grateful at last, to have something specific to focus on .
She scanned the photo onto the computer, then logged into Facebook and used the face recognition software. The woman’s name popped up - Heather Krane. Cindy went to her Facebook page to find out more.
The page was blocked. Private.
Distressed, Cindy thought a minute about what to do. She could Friend her, but she didn’t know the woman, and doubted that she would accept. And besides, there wasn’t enough time to wait and see. Cindy wanted to talk to her as soon as possible.
Then she had an idea . Heather Krane could be one of Clint’s Facebook friends. He had hundreds and hundreds of them. Cindy could log back into Facebook as Clint and check his page.
Her hands trembled as she typed Clint’s password to get in as him . His Facebook page quickly appeared. There he was, smiling out at the world, and there Cindy was, standing beside him, announcements of the wedding all over, messages of good wishes from friends. Cindy couldn’t bear looking at any of it.
She quickly checked his friends and suddenly found her: Heather Kane.
Cindy took a quick, deep breath. She remembered once hearing that nothing could be hidden forever, every crime leaves a trace. Especially with computers, she thought. She was definitely onto something.
She clicked onto Heather’s page and her picture appeared, along with her husband, friends and family. Cindy looked at all of them closely. Heather seemed to have a good life. She was married, lived in Philadelphia, had a lovely husband and little boy. Cindy looked at the little boy for a long time. It was strange to see him. He was beautiful, with strawberry blonde hair. And he looked just like Clint. Or was Cindy imagining things?
Whether her mind was playing tricks or not, she had to go forward . How did Clint know this woman? Had they remained in touch? Was it the family who sent him this photo? Or could it have been someone else? Heather, possibly? Did this beautiful child have anything to do with Clint?
Cindy quickly wrote down Heather’s contact information, including her address. She wanted to talk to her.
Cindy looked at Heather’s phone number. She could call immediately and introduce herself. But she had no idea how Heather would react to the call. Why would she talk to a complete stranger? And, if Heather had been following Clint’s life, she might recognize that Cindy was Clint’s wife and freeze up.
Cindy realized she’d have to go to Heather’s home, in person, take her by surprise, meet up face to face.
She was actually staring at Heather’s number, when her phone started ringing . Unsettled, Cindy grabbed it and immediately picked up. A male voice was on the other end. She didn’t recognize it.
“Is this Mrs. Cindy Blaine?”
“Yes?” Cindy said. The voice sounded official.
“This is Officer Judd Lawson. I’m calling from North Alliance hospital. Are you the sister of Ann Blaine?”
Cindy’s heart started pounding. Why would an officer be calling?
“What is it?” Cindy asked. “Is she OK?”
“Your sister has been in a car accident.”
Cindy bolted upright.
“She’s at North Alliance Hospital, in the emergency room. Please get there as soon as possible.”
“What kind of accident?” Cindy gasped. “Is she OK?”
“Mam, you’re going to need to get down here right away.”
Chapter 8
Ann’s eyes were closed when Cindy got to her side . She was tucked in a cubicle on a bed, in the emergency room, behind a green and white hanging curtain. Cindy pulled the curtain aside, slipped into the cubicle and sat down beside her. Ann’s eyes fluttered open for a second and then shut again, as if drifting off to sleep.
Cindy grabbed her hand. “I’m here, Ann.
Cindy had to find out who the woman was. She didn’t know where it would lead, but she was grateful at last, to have something specific to focus on .
She scanned the photo onto the computer, then logged into Facebook and used the face recognition software. The woman’s name popped up - Heather Krane. Cindy went to her Facebook page to find out more.
The page was blocked. Private.
Distressed, Cindy thought a minute about what to do. She could Friend her, but she didn’t know the woman, and doubted that she would accept. And besides, there wasn’t enough time to wait and see. Cindy wanted to talk to her as soon as possible.
Then she had an idea . Heather Krane could be one of Clint’s Facebook friends. He had hundreds and hundreds of them. Cindy could log back into Facebook as Clint and check his page.
Her hands trembled as she typed Clint’s password to get in as him . His Facebook page quickly appeared. There he was, smiling out at the world, and there Cindy was, standing beside him, announcements of the wedding all over, messages of good wishes from friends. Cindy couldn’t bear looking at any of it.
She quickly checked his friends and suddenly found her: Heather Kane.
Cindy took a quick, deep breath. She remembered once hearing that nothing could be hidden forever, every crime leaves a trace. Especially with computers, she thought. She was definitely onto something.
She clicked onto Heather’s page and her picture appeared, along with her husband, friends and family. Cindy looked at all of them closely. Heather seemed to have a good life. She was married, lived in Philadelphia, had a lovely husband and little boy. Cindy looked at the little boy for a long time. It was strange to see him. He was beautiful, with strawberry blonde hair. And he looked just like Clint. Or was Cindy imagining things?
Whether her mind was playing tricks or not, she had to go forward . How did Clint know this woman? Had they remained in touch? Was it the family who sent him this photo? Or could it have been someone else? Heather, possibly? Did this beautiful child have anything to do with Clint?
Cindy quickly wrote down Heather’s contact information, including her address. She wanted to talk to her.
Cindy looked at Heather’s phone number. She could call immediately and introduce herself. But she had no idea how Heather would react to the call. Why would she talk to a complete stranger? And, if Heather had been following Clint’s life, she might recognize that Cindy was Clint’s wife and freeze up.
Cindy realized she’d have to go to Heather’s home, in person, take her by surprise, meet up face to face.
She was actually staring at Heather’s number, when her phone started ringing . Unsettled, Cindy grabbed it and immediately picked up. A male voice was on the other end. She didn’t recognize it.
“Is this Mrs. Cindy Blaine?”
“Yes?” Cindy said. The voice sounded official.
“This is Officer Judd Lawson. I’m calling from North Alliance hospital. Are you the sister of Ann Blaine?”
Cindy’s heart started pounding. Why would an officer be calling?
“What is it?” Cindy asked. “Is she OK?”
“Your sister has been in a car accident.”
Cindy bolted upright.
“She’s at North Alliance Hospital, in the emergency room. Please get there as soon as possible.”
“What kind of accident?” Cindy gasped. “Is she OK?”
“Mam, you’re going to need to get down here right away.”
Chapter 8
Ann’s eyes were closed when Cindy got to her side . She was tucked in a cubicle on a bed, in the emergency room, behind a green and white hanging curtain. Cindy pulled the curtain aside, slipped into the cubicle and sat down beside her. Ann’s eyes fluttered open for a second and then shut again, as if drifting off to sleep.
Cindy grabbed her hand. “I’m here, Ann.
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