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We walked back to the house in complete silence. Of all the reasons he could have given me for running off, I hadn't expected to hear Christine's name in his excuse. My mind was in over drive! What did that mean? Were the Booths still alive? Why had Christine contacted him? Why now? Had something else happened?

Angela and Jack were waiting for us on the front porch, stunned by the events. Michael walked with his head down and passed by his parents without looking at them. I tried to give them a reassuring look but I don't think I succeeded. They followed us inside. I heard the front door close behind us.

The couple led us to the kitchen where Michael took a seat at the table. Angela immediately began making coffee. From where I stood, I could see her hands shaking. I took a seat beside the young man and asked him to tell me more about his confession. He remained quiet. I tried again.

"I told you! I don't want to have anything to do with this!" he snapped back at me.

Angela's hand paused in mid-air. She turned to her son.

"Michael? What do you know about this? Do you know where Brennan is?"

He shook his head.

"Then what's going on, Mike?" Jack asked, evidently confused.

"Sweetie, if you know something, you have to say it," Angela said.

Michael shrugged.

"I don't want anything to do with this."

Angela sighed, exasperated.

"What does that mean, Michael? Just tell us what you know. It might help Mr. White here figure out what happened."

A cellphone rang somewhere in the house. Nobody moved. It stopped seconds later.

"Why did Christine contact you?" I asked. "Did she ask you to put those pictures in the house?"

Michael nodded.

The sound of clattering dishes broke the silence and startled us. I turned to find Angela picking up the mugs she had been holding. Evidently, her son's answer had taken her by surprise. I immediately ruled out the hypothesis that they had been aware of Christine's reappearance.

"When did she contact you? How did she do it?"

Michael still didn't want to meet my gaze.

"Through Friendz Haven. She added me as a friend a couple of weeks ago."

Friendz Haven had been created 10 years earlier by a group of person who had wanted to mimic the less-and-less-famous Facebook by creating a new site where people could sign up to play free games and join different interests groups. The entire website was free and often hosted meet ups in different cities in the world. It had quickly grown in success and, even after 10 years, it still held the record for the most long-term subscriptions. Almost everyone had a Friendz Haven account. I, thankfully, was not one of them.

"How did you know it was her? You must have been 6 or 7 when she disappeared."

"I was nine," Michael immediately corrected me. "I'm a year older than she is."

"Still, she must have changed since she was 8."

"She looks like her mom," Michael replied, turning towards his own mother.

The comment elicited a smile from Angela.

"At first though, I didn't know it was her because she changed her name. I asked her to prove who she really was because, you know, she's supposed to be dead. She told me a story about our childhood that only we knew. That's how I knew it really was her."

"What was the story?" I asked, curious.

Michael's cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

"She told me about our first kiss."

Jack chocked slightly on his sip of coffee. A tiny bit spilled over the kitchen table. Angela immediately grabbed some napkins and began wiping away the mess.

"Your first kiss?"

"Well yeah… It was nothing, really. It was a year before she disappeared. I told her I liked her. She asked if that meant we were going to get married one day. I said sure. I know it sounds silly but…"

I could hear Jack snicker at his son's story. Michael glared at his father.

"I was young, okay? We only kissed on the cheek. That's all that happened. We never spoke of it again. Next thing I know, her entire family disappears and I don't hear back from her until recently."

Jack chuckled louder and a smile tugged at Angela's lips. Michael ignored his parents.

"What else did she tell you?"

"Not much. Just that she had waited long enough and that she needed help to bring justice to her family. I think she's been doing her own investigation, I don't know. All of a sudden, she's talking about family pictures and how she wants me to put them in her house. I told her I didn't want to have anything to do with this. If she wanted the truth to come out, she could just go to the police herself. After that, I didn't hear from her for a while. Next thing I know, there's an envelope addressed to me in the mail with all these pictures and a card that said…"

"The pictures contain the answer. Help us."

Michael looked at me, sheepishly.

"Sorry I trespassed into your apartment. I had dropped the card and thought, maybe, it would be useful."

"How did you know where I live?"

Michael looked over at his parents and said nothing. I decided to drop the subject.

"Do you know where Christine is?"

Michael nodded. Taking out his cellphone, he punched in a few keys. Seconds later, Christine's Friendz Haven page was showing up on his screen. All four of us stared down at her angelic face. She was a very beautiful young woman. Angela gasped beside me. Michael had been right: the resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny.

The university campus was more crowded than I had expected it to be at this time of the year. I wasn't sure how many students took summer classes but I hadn't thought so many did. I wasn't sure where to go. Michael had told me that Christine often did volunteer work at the campus library. Since it was Saturday, I didn't have much hope of finding her there. Still, I had to start somewhere.

After Michael had showed me Christine's profile, I had made the decision of driving down to North Carolina. I had asked the Hodgins' not to tell anyone about this new lead. I had immediately phoned Parker to tell him I was heading out of town to pursue a new lead. Though he pressed me for more information, I told him I didn't feel comfortable speaking about it until I was completely convinced my hunch was right. He said he understood and we hung up after I promised to call him as quickly as possible. Then, information gathered from the profile in hand, I had jumped in my car and driven straight to North Carolina.

Sometime between the night she disappeared and the day she contacted Michael, Christine had moved to North Carolina. From what I read on her Friendz Haven page, she now studied forensic anthropology at Western Carolina University in Cullowhee. I couldn't say it surprised me. After all, she was probably just following in her mother's footsteps.

I managed the find the library a couple of minutes after I had arrived. Students were walking about, completely oblivious to the stranger amongst them. I wasn't sure where to start. After searching the main floor, I still hadn't stopped anyone looking like Christine. The library had several floors. I decided to try the second one.

I walked nonchalantly between the rows of bookshelves. This floor was a lot quieter than the main one. A few students sat in comfortable-looking armchairs, reading and taking notes on their laptop. Others were listening to music and typing away on the computer. I made my way to the back of the room. It was only when I reached the row in the far back that I saw the first woman, a young woman with light brown hair. She was tall and of average weight. I looked down at my cellphone where Christine's picture smiled back at me. Had I located Christine Booth? Somehow, things seemed too easy.

The woman was putting books back in the shelves. I cleared my throat. She turned and looked at me. Her face matched perfectly the girl in the picture. My heart began to beat faster. Was I about to solve the mystery of the disappearance?

"Christine?" I asked, unsure what else to say.

Her body instantly stiffened.

"I'm sorry. I think you're mistaken me for someone else."

She resumed putting the books away. I took a step closer to her.

"Christine Booth?"

The book slipped from her hand and fell on the floor. I bent to pick it up but she was quicker.

"I don't know who Christine Booth is. I told you already. You are mistaken."

She straightened up. Her hard stare met mine.

"My name is Angela."