The Legacy Enslaved. William Speir

but two of our friends are missing, and I’m curious. What if it’s not a coincidence?”

      There was a long silence. “Jamie, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

      “Okay, fine. Forget I asked. Let me know when you hear from Bob.”

      “I will.”

      Later that night, Jamie, dressed all in black, climbed onto the balcony of Lynn’s second-floor apartment.

      Jamie crouched down and carefully checked to make sure that no one was watching her. She saw no movement and didn’t hear a sound.

      She crept over to the bedroom window, slipped a thin metal tool into the gap between the upper and lower window panes, and slid it sideways until she caught the latch. A moment later, the window was unlocked. She opened the window and put the tool into the pocket of her hoodie. I’ll have to remember to give this tool back to Uncle Ralph one of these days.

      She entered the apartment, looking for anything that might show where Lynn had gone. Jamie saw Lynn’s tablet on the dresser and reached for it. The tablet was off, so Jamie turned it on. When the screen lit up, Jamie found the calendar app and opened it.

      She scrolled back to Friday night, and saw, “Club Mingles, 8PM.”

      Club Mingles. Why does that sound familiar? Jamie searched for a few minutes longer, but there was nothing else in the apartment to indicate where Lynn had gone. She shut down the tablet, put it back on the dresser, and exited through the window.