'First there was a phone call from a stranger; then a letter showed up forteen years after it was send. That's how I learned I'd made a serious error in judgment and ended up risking my life. ...' The call comes on a Monday morning from a guy who scavenges default storage units at auction. Last wekkend he bought a stack. They had stuff in them - Kinsey stuff. For thirty bucks, he'd sell her the lot. Kinsey's never been one for personal possesions, but curiosity wins out and she hands over a twenty (she may be curious but she loves a bargin). What she finds amid childhood memorabilia is an undelivered letter. It will force her to re-examine her beliefs about the break-up of her first marriage, about the honour of her first husband, about an old unsolved murder. And it will put her life in the gravest peril.
The call comes on a Monday morning from a guy who scavenges default storage units at auction. Last wekkend he bought a stack. They had stuff in them - Kinsey stuff. For thirty bucks, he'd sell her the lot.
Kinsey's never been one for personal possesions, but curiosity wins out and she hands over a twenty (she may be curious but she loves a bargin). What she finds amid childhood memorabilia is an undelivered letter.
It will force her to re-examine her beliefs about the break-up of her first marriage, about the honour of her first husband, about an old unsolved murder. And it will put her life in the gravest peril.