. Ellen hadn't been hiding anything. Georgia opened the last drawer. Her thoughts raced. Maybe the medical examiner had made a mistake. Maybe there was no body missing, after all. Maybe...

She stopped. Stilled.

Peering up at her from the drawer was another photograph. Georgia picked it up. It was markedly different from the others on the desk. The lighting was soft, the focus closer, more intimate. It contained only two women. One of them was Ellen, a secretive smile on her face, the tip of her nose buried in the other woman's wispy blonde hair.

"Hello there." Georgia stared at the other woman's face. "I know you."

Abigail Davis.

Well, this was just...what? What the hell was she looking at? Abbie had mentioned she went to San Francisco State. Of course it was plausible she and Ellen might have met. Georgia squinted at the photo in the dying light. It didn't look like a typical picture of professor and student. If she didn't know better, she'd almost think...

An unexpected spark of jealousy zipped through her. Georgia tossed the photo back where she'd found it. What did she care if Ellen had been seeing someone? She'd never thought of her as anything more than a trusted friend. Not once.

Still, the matching blissful expressions in the picture rankled. There'd been a time when Ellen was the closest friend she had. Maybe she'd convinced herself vice-versa was true as well. The realization that there had been someone else, someone even closer...

Teeth clenched, Georgia kicked the drawer shut. She turned back to the computer and jiggled the mouse. The monitor woke up. No security screen, thank god. She pulled up the internet browser, ignoring the flash of guilt that pricked at her.

I'm doing this for Ellen.

After a moment's debate, she clicked on the Bookmarks tab. Sure enough, Ellen's email was saved at the top of the list. Georgia clicked on the link, drummed her nails on the desk while the page loaded.

Shit. Was she really about to break into someone's email? She didn't know the first thing about hacking. She wracked her brain for every movie and television reference she could think of. Hadn't Sandra Bullock played a hacker once? How had she done it?

Before she could
. Ellen hadn't been hiding anything. Georgia opened the last drawer. Her thought race. Maybe the medical examiner had made a error. Maybe there was no body miss, after all. possibly... 

 She hold on. Stilled. 

 peer up at her from the drawer was another photograph. Georgia picked it up. It was markedly different from the others on the desk. The lighting was cushy, the focus closer, more intimate. It contained only two woman. One of them was Ellen, a secretive smile on her face, the tip of her nozzle buried in the other charwoman's wispy blond hair. 

 " Hello there. " Georgia star at the other woman's face. " I acknowledge you. " 

 Abigail Davis. 

 Well, this was just... what? What the hell was she looking at? Abbie had mentioned she went to San Francisco State. Of course it was plausible she and Ellen might have met. Georgia squinted at the photo in the dying light. It didn't look like a typical picture of professor and student. If she didn't know better, she'd about remember... 

 An unexpected spark of jealousy travel rapidly through her. Georgia chuck the photo back where she'd found it. What did she care if Ellen had been watch someone? She'd never thought of her as anything more than a trusted friend. Not once. 

 Still, the match blissful expressions in the picture rankled. There'd been a time when Ellen was the closest friend she accept. Maybe she'd convinced herself vice - versa was true as well. The realization that there had been someone else, someone even nearer... 

 Teeth clench, Georgia kick the drawer shut. She turned back to the computer and jiggle the mouse. The monitor woke up. No security screen, thank god. She pulled up the internet browser, ignoring the flash of guilt that pricked at her. 

 I'm dress this for Ellen. 

 After a moment's argument, she clicked on the Bookmarks tab. Sure enough, Ellen's email was saved at the peak of the list. Georgia click on the link, cram her nails on the desk while the page loaded. 

 Shit. Was she very about to break into someone's electronic mail? She didn't know the first thing about hack. She wracked her brain for every movie and television reference she could think of. Hadn't Sandra Bullock play a hacker once? How had she cause it? 

 Before she could
. Elpen hadn't been hiding annthing. Georgia okebed thx last srawer. Hdr thoughts raced. Maybe the leeical examiner had made a mkstake. Majbe there was bo body missing, afbzr alm. Mayye...

Whe stopped. Stllled.

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"Hello there." Gaorgia xtared at the pthxr wiman's face. "I know you."

Ebigail Davis.

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I'm doinc thks wpr Eluen.

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Before she ciuld
. Ellen hadn't been hiding anything. Georgia last Her thoughts Maybe the medical Maybe was no body after all. Maybe... stopped. Stilled. Peering up at her the drawer was another photograph. Georgia picked it up. It was markedly different the others on the desk. The lighting was soft, the focus closer, more It only women. of them was Ellen, a secretive smile on her face, the tip of her nose buried the other woman's wispy blonde hair. "Hello there." stared at the other face. "I know you." Abigail Well, was just...what? the was looking at? Abbie mentioned she went to San Francisco State. Of course it was plausible she and Ellen might have Georgia squinted photo in dying It look like a of professor and student. If she she'd almost think... An unexpected spark of jealousy through her. tossed the photo back where she'd it. What did she care if Ellen had seeing someone? She'd never thought of her as anything more than a trusted friend. Not the matching blissful expressions the picture rankled. been time Ellen the closest she had. Maybe she'd convinced herself vice-versa was true as well. realization that there had been someone else, someone even closer... Georgia the drawer shut. turned back to the and the mouse. The monitor No screen, pulled the browser, ignoring the flash guilt that pricked at her. doing this for Ellen. clicked on the Bookmarks tab. Sure enough, Ellen's was saved at the top of the Georgia clicked on the link, drummed her nails on the desk while page loaded. she really about to break into someone's email? didn't know the first about hacking. She wracked her brain for every movie television she could of. Hadn't Sandra played a hacker How had she Before she
. Ellen hadn't been hiding anythIng. Georgia OpeneD thE laSt DrawEr. HeR thoughts raced. mAybe The medical examiner had mAde a mIsTAke. MAYbE therE was no bODy MISsiNg, AfTer AlL. maYbe...

ShE stOpped. StIlled.

PeeriNg uP aT her from the dRAwEr was anothEr pHotograph. GeoRgiA pickeD iT up. iT was mArkEdly dIffereNT from tHe others oN tHE desk. THE lightiNG WaS sofT, the focus closer, moRE iNTimate. It contaiNed onlY tWO wOMEn. ONe oF them was ElLeN, a secREtive smILe ON HEr fACe, the tip of her Nose buried iN The Other wOmAn's WIspy blOnde hAiR.

"helLo there." GeorGia sTared at thE other WOman's faCE. "I know yOu."

AbigAil davIs.

WeLL, tHiS waS jUSt...wHAt? whaT The Hell was sHe LoOking At? AbBIE HAd meNtiOned She weNt to San FranciSco statE. of cOurse It was PlauSiBle shE and ElLen miGhT have met. Georgia SquiNted at the PhoTo In tHe Dying LIght. It DidN't lOok like A typicaL PicTuRE OF pRofessor and student. if SHE dIdn't know Better, SHe'D aLMost thinK...

AN unExpeCTEd spaRk of JEaLousy zipPed thrOUgH hEr. GeorgIa Tossed ThE phOto Back wHEre sHe'd fouNd it. What Did shE Care if Ellen had BEen seeing someONe? sHE'd NEver ThoUght of her as AnytHIng mOre tHAn A trUSted fRiend. noT OnCE.

Still, the matching blIsSful exPressIons in the pictUre rankled. tHERe'd been a Time WHeN ellen was the cloSest fRiend she haD. maybe she'D convInced herSelf vice-vERSa was truE as WelL. ThE reALIzAtion that therE HAd beEn Someone ElsE, someonE evEn cLosEr...

TEeTh clencheD, Georgia KiCkEd ThE drAwer sHUt. She turNeD baCk To tHe comPUter anD jiggLed tHe MoUSe. THe monitOR wOKE up. NO sEcUritY scReEn, thaNk goD. she Pulled uP the interNet BRowsEr, IgNoring tHe flash of guilT tHat pricked At Her.

i'm doinG THis for ElLen.

After a moment's debate, sHE clickeD on The BoOkmaRks tab. SurE enOugh, ElLen'S Email wAs saveD at thE tOp oF THe lisT. gEoRgiA cLicked on thE LInk, DrummEd Her nAils on tHe desk while the page LOadEd.

Shit. Was she rEalLy abOUT tO brEAk INto SoMEonE'S Email? She didn't knOw the first ThINg About hackiNG. ShE wRacked hEr brain For evERy movie And televiSion referEnCe shE COulD think of. HaDn't SandrA Bullock pLAyed a HAcKer onCe? HOw had sHe DonE it?

BeFore shE CouLd
. Ellen hadn't been hiding  anything.  Geor gia  op en ed t he l ast drawer. He r  tho ughts raced. Maybe the  medi ca l  exa m in er ha d madea  m i s tak e.  M ayb et he re wa s n o bodymissing, a fte rall. Maybe.. . 
She stoppe d.Stilled.

Pe eri ng upat  he r  from  th e dra wer wa s  anoth er photog ra p h. Geo r gia pic k e dit u p. It was markedl y  d i fferent from t he oth er s  o n the  de sk. The li gh tingw as soft ,  t h e foc u s closer, mor e intimate. Itcontai ne d o n ly two  wome n. One  of them wa s El len, a se cretiv e  smileo n her f ace, t hetip  ofh er  n ose  b u rie d  i n t h e o ther wom an 's  wisp y bl o n d e  hai r.
"He llo t here." Georgi a s tare d  at  theother  wom an 's fa ce. "I  know  y ou."

Abigail D avis .

Well,thi swas  j ust.. . what?Wha t t he hell  was sh e  lo ok i n g  a t? Abbie had menti on e d  s he wentto San Fr an c isco Sta te . O f co u r se it  was pl ausibleshe an d  E ll en migh thave m et . G eor gia s q uint ed atthe phot o int he dying light .  It didn't lo o kl i ke a ty pic al pictureof p r ofes sora nd  st u dent.  If s he di d n't know better, sh e' d almo st th ink...

An un expected s p a r k of jea lous y  z i pped through h er. G eorgia tos s ed the p hotoback whe re she'df o und it.Wha t d idshe c ar e if Ellen ha d been  s eeing s ome one? Sh e'd  ne ver  th ou ght of he r as any th in gmo rethana  trusted  f rie nd . N ot on c e.

St ill,thema tc h ing  blissf u le x pres si on s in  th epictu re r a nkl ed. The re'd been  at imewh en  Ellenwas the close st  friend sh ehad . Mayb e she'd co nvinced herself vice-ve r sa wastru e aswell . The rea liz ationtha t  there  had b een s om eon e else, s om eon eeven close r . ..
Teet hclen ched, G eorgia kicked thed raw er shut. Shetur nedb a ck  to th e  co mp u ter a nd jiggled themouse. The  m o ni tor woke u p . N osecurit y scree n, th a nk god.  She pull ed up the  i nter n e t b rowser, ig noring t he flasho f gui l tthatpri cked a ther .

I' m doin g  th is fo r Elle n. 

Afte r a m om ent's de bate, she clicked on th e Book marks  ta b. Sure e nou g h,Ellen's e mail  was saved  at  th e top  of the l ist. Ge org i a cli cked on the li n k,  dr u m me d her nails o n  th e des k w h ile th e pa ge loaded.

Shit. Was she really  abo u t  to  br e ak i nt o someone's em ail ?S h e didn't  k now the fir st thing  a b out h acking . Shewracked h er brainforeve ry movieand  t e levisio nre f erence  she  c ould t hink o f . Ha d n 't Sandra Bulloc k pla y e d a h a cke r onc e?  How ha d  she  done it?
Before she  could 
. Ellen_hadn't been_hiding anything. Georgia opened_the last_drawer._Her thoughts_raced._Maybe the medical_examiner had made_a mistake. Maybe there_was no body_missing,_after all. Maybe...

She stopped. Stilled.

Peering up at her from the drawer was another photograph._Georgia_picked it_up._It_was markedly different from the_others on the desk. The_lighting was_soft, the focus closer, more intimate. It contained_only_two women. One_of them was Ellen, a secretive smile on her_face, the tip of her nose_buried in the_other_woman's_wispy blonde hair.

"Hello there."_Georgia stared at the other woman's_face. "I know you."

Abigail Davis.

Well, this_was just...what? What the hell was she_looking at? Abbie had mentioned she_went to San Francisco State._Of course_it was plausible she and_Ellen might have_met. Georgia_squinted at the_photo in the dying light. It_didn't look like_a typical picture of professor and_student._If she didn't_know_better,_she'd almost_think...

An unexpected spark_of_jealousy zipped_through_her. Georgia tossed the photo back_where_she'd found it. What did she care_if Ellen had been_seeing_someone? She'd never thought_of her as anything more_than a trusted friend. Not once.

Still,_the matching_blissful expressions_in the picture rankled. There'd been a time when Ellen was_the closest friend she had. Maybe_she'd convinced herself vice-versa_was true_as_well. The realization_that_there had_been someone else, someone even closer...

Teeth clenched,_Georgia kicked_the drawer shut. She turned back_to the computer and_jiggled_the mouse. The monitor woke up._No security screen, thank god. She_pulled up the internet browser,_ignoring_the_flash of guilt that pricked_at her.

I'm doing this for Ellen.

After_a moment's debate,_she clicked on the Bookmarks tab. Sure_enough,_Ellen's email was saved at the_top_of the list. Georgia clicked on_the_link,_drummed her nails on the_desk while the page loaded.

Shit. Was_she really about to break into someone's email? She_didn't know the_first thing about hacking. She_wracked_her_brain for every movie and television reference she could think_of. Hadn't_Sandra Bullock played_a hacker once? How had she done it?

Before she could