“Or she was a Truth-seeker,” I said.
“That as well.”
Sydney kept reading. “There isn’t much else except some notes I can’t make heads or tails out of. It looks like this was something she’d just started to discover. Wait. There’s an address that she has circled with a date next to it.”
I grabbed my laptop. “What is the address? I’ll look it up.”
“It’s 72 Commercial Street.”
“That’s it? No city or state?”
She shook her head.
“The first thing that comes up is a house in Provincetown, Massachusetts.”
I looked up, and Sydney’s face was white as a ghost.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There’s a note to the side that said she’d planned to go to the house two days after she died. She was on to something, Mike. I have to go.”
I pushed my breakfast aside. I was already pulled into this thing, and there was no fucking way I was letting Sydney dig around without me there.
“We can go this weekend.”
Her eyes lit up. “We?”
I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Yes, both of us. Let me cook you dinner tomorrow night, and then we’ll get up early Saturday and drive down to Provincetown.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m sleeping over again?”
This time, I gave her a wicked grin. “I don’t plan on getting much sleep, Syd.”
She swallowed hard and whispered, “I have a feeling the jelly is going to be really excited to meet the peanut butter.”
I chuckled and said, “The thick, creamy, nutty peanut butter.”
Her cheeks flushed. Before I could say anything else, my phone rang. “This is Mike.”
“Mike, it’s Roger. I thought you might want to let Sydney know they released the preliminary autopsy report. The death is being ruled an accident due to the blunt force trauma to her head and cervical spine. The coroner believes Vickie must have slipped and fallen due to the slippery ground. She most likely died instantly.”
Closing my eyes, I said a quick prayer for Doug.
“Thanks, Roger. I’ll be in soon.”
Sydney stared up at me. Her breathing had increased a bit and she seemed paler than before. I was positive she’d picked up on my reaction to the news.
“That was Roger. The preliminary autopsy is back.”