Alan removed it and handed it to Logan.

Carefully, Logan pulled out the letter and read it. Nothing in it seemed to shed any new light on the situation.

“This was the only thing left in the car?”

Alan was looking wistfully at the letter. “Yes. Everything else was gone.”

“Callie told me about the missing pictures.”

Alan’s face dropped. “You saw the hallway.”

“Yeah.”

“She cleaned out the photo albums, too. Even the computers.”

“I assume they weren’t gone before you left on your trip.”

“No. At least not the ones on the wall. The photos in the albums could have already been gone, and maybe the ones on the computer, too. I didn’t regularly check those.”

Someone had come into the house while Alan and Sara were gone. The same person who’d taken Sara’s luggage? Or were there more than one other person involved?

“So everything she was in?”

“All but one with Sara in the background. It isn’t great, but…”

“Callie mentioned that.”

“It wasn’t mine. It was my sister’s. I had her email it to me after Sara left.”

“Could you forward it to me?”

“Of course.”

“Besides the photos, what else did she take?”

Alan absently glanced at the closet. “Not much. She left most of her things here.”

“Really?” Logan asked, surprised. “What about the stuff from the place where she lived before moving in with you?”

“She was in a furnished apartment. None of it was hers.” They were both quiet for a moment, then Alan said, “Yeah, I know. I guess that should have been a red flag, huh? But she said she was new to the area, and didn’t have any stuff yet.”

A red flag, yes, but… “Don’t beat yourself up about it. I don’t think anyone would have thought twice about it. I wouldn’t have. Where did she say she’d moved from?”

“Back east. Philadelphia.”