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Library, Tuesday, April 11

Angela made it to the library early. Too early, in her opinion, but it always was.

She decided to spend the day doing some of that "work" stuff.

The library was open.

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"You have nothing to be sorry for," Angela said. She nibbled on a bit of bagel. "So you seriously had no idea about any of that?"

"The only thing I knew was that she didn't die the way I was told." Parker took a sip of her Diet Coke, then shook her head. "The rest of it was a complete surprise. I never dreamed she knew Jarod's mom, or anything about the connection to Lake Catherine." She went quiet. "You guys can forget about it now. It's not your problem, it's mine."

"That's not how this works," Angela said quietly. "I mean, I won't bug you about it, if you don't want to talk? But you're my friend, so I can't just forget about it."

Parker nodded without looking at Angela. "Thanks." She was quiet for a minute, then said, "If you want to tell Marty, it's okay. But anyone else, I'd appreciate if you didn't mention it. For your sake as well as theirs." She finally looked up. "It'll be a long time before anything can be done about this. Until then, the fewer people who know, the better."

"I think I won't tell him until he gets back," Angela said, a little reluctantly. "I'm trying to keep my emails to him light so he doesn't get all worried, you know? And I don't want to try to explain this when he can't ask questions. But don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut around everyone else."

"I figured you would. It's not exactly a topic of fluffy conversation, like you just said." Parker balled up her napkin, and threw it in the trash, then scowled. "Jarod made me promise to let it go, for now. Brat."

"Jarod's really smart," Angela said. "Maybe you should listen, though it must suck for you."

"Hey, do you think his mom is still living? His biological mom, I mean."

"I know, and I know Jarod's not wrong, and I got something out of promising him that, but every once in a while, it just hits me that my prime suspect is right there in Blue Cove." Parker pushed a hand through her hair. "But he's gotten away with it for seven years. So confronting him would be just stupid."

"I hope Jarod's mom is alive. He wants her to be, so badly...." Parker's voice trailed off, then she moved over to the library computer, and typed in the URL for his website, then turned the monitor screen so Angela could see it. "He put this up, hoping someone would contact him."

"And you have to see him whenever you go home?" Angela looked ill as she surveyed the computer screen. "Maybe she is," she shrugged. "Isn't there a paper trail? He's 18, they have to let him see -- something."

"I can avoid him. Or Sydney can run interference, and make sure I don't run into him." Parker rubbed the bridge of her nose. "And we'd have better luck if there *was* a decent paper trail. But he doesn't want to contact the people who'd know where the documentation is, because then they'd know where he is."

"That does kind of complicate things," Angela acknowledged. "You couldn't get it?"

Parker thought about it, leaning back in her chair, then shook her head. "I wouldn't know where to start. But maybe Angelo can look, if I tell him about the photo with my mom in it. It might give him some ideas of where to hack into." She blinked. "And you obviously didn't hear me say that."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Of course not," she said. "We spent lunch talking about ... dances. And crochet."

"Wee tiny bunnies. And slime. And, oddly, superhero costumes." Parker smiled. "Much of which I got photos of today."

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