This was nowhere near as old as the book. On the front was scrawled MANILA.

“What’s that mean?” Logan asked.

Instead of answering, Harp looked inside the envelope, then closed it again without showing it to anyone else.

“It’s nothing,” Harp told him. He put the book and the envelope back into the package, and set it on his lap, out of sight.

There were so many questions Logan wanted to ask-about Uncle Tommy, about the book, about the envelope-but Harp was a million miles away.

After their food finally arrived, and they’d started eating, Callie glanced at Logan. “Dad mentioned your, uh, trip a few months ago.”

“My trip?” Logan asked.

“Where you helped that girl? Brought her back?”

Logan looked at his father. “I didn’t know we were sharing that with other people.”

“You can’t seriously think I wouldn’t have told Len,” Harp said.

Logan frowned, and turned back to Callie. “I got lucky, that’s all. There’s not much of a story to tell.”

She hesitated a moment. “I’m not asking you to tell me the story. I’m asking you for help.”

CHAPTER THREE

“Help? what kind of help?” Logan asked, hoping he was wrong about where Callie was going.

“It…it actually wasn’t my idea. It was Dad’s.”

“Len?” Harp said, looking at her with interest.

She nodded. “When he went into the hospital last weekend, the doctors told us it was very unlikely he’d be coming out. My brothers and I took turns sitting with him so that he was never alone. He slept a lot, but there were a few times when he’d wake and want to talk.” She smiled at the memory. “He and I, we’ve always talked a lot, and when I became a lawyer, it seemed as if we talked more than ever. Every time I ran into a problem case, he was the first one I turned to. I can’t remember a time when he didn’t suggest something I hadn’t thought about.” She paused. “One night at the hospital, he wanted to talk about how work was going, and about any issues I might be having.