Chapter 9

The note was waiting inside the back door when I got home from work Saturday. "Sassy BF" on it in swirling script, so I didn't have to guess who had slipped it under the door instead of using my mailbox.

I shifted the bag with leftovers from dinner to my other hand and opened it. It was gibberish. Oh, right. Code. I tucked it in my back pocket and went up the stairs. I put my laptop on the kitchen table and googled common cyphers. She'd mentioned one that first day. I scanned the list and...