Ezra
I left Kristen playing Snakes and Ladders with the kids, and followed Spirko into the study, which now also doubled as Kristen's design workroom. Although I rarely ever shut and locked the door to my office, this time I did.
I circled my desk and sat down. Spirko pulled the chair across from it up closer and pulled a Manila envelope out of his jacket. He opened the flap and dumped the contents out on my clean desk.
The first was a blown up copy of an old yearbook photo. A pretty green-eyed girl with pale skin and a smattering of freckles smiled innocently at the camera, with her head slightly tilted. The family resemblance was unmistakable. I didn’t need to read the print under the picture to know I was looking at Kristen’s mother, Helena Warren.
Next I picked up an old police re
