When the email came, it was brief and blunt. "I have left the keys at the house," it read, "One beneath the turtle potted plant and the other under the mat. If you fail to find them, may I recommend nearest Four Seasons?" There was no signature line.

"Tag!" I'm tapped on the shoulder. "Aw man!" Roy is already sprinting the other way, but closest to me is Alice. She sees me and starts down the hill, screaming and laughing. "Come here!" As she reaches the bottom, she screams, but this time, it didn't sound like the playful kind

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.