The next morning, Alex woke up to find another envelope lying on his pillow. It was 6:00 in the morning. His alarm wouldn't sound for another half hour. Alex got up and checked his window. It was closed and locked – just the way he had left it the night before. How could anyone get this letter into his room? The postal service didn't come around until 7:00 in the morning. Curious, Alex tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper.

Alex, when you didn't show up, I thought you had decided to ignore me. I checked up on you and found that you had an injury. I highly advise that you take care of yourself so that you heal faster. I need your help with some business. I know the last thing you want to do is t help me kill someone, but I suggest that you do not ignore me. This involves your girlfriend. If I do not have your aid, I cannot ensure her safety. I will be back in London next Saturday to pick you up at. Be prepared to go to Moscow. We will meet at The Church of Forgotten Saints at ten o' clock.

If you question my sincerity, there is proof in your school locker.

-Yassen Gregorovich

Alex put the letter away and began preparing for school. He was going to get there early. He wanted to see the proof that Yassen had left for him. By seven o' clock, Alex was out of the house and peddling away on his bike toward school. By 7:15, he had arrived and chained his bike. Alex walked into the school and went to his locker. He entered his combination and opened the locker. There was nothing different about it at all. Alex looked through all of his books. He found a Latin book that was definitely not his. He didn't take Latin – he took French. He opened the book. Inside the book was an LCD screen and five buttons: play/pause, stop, fast forward, rewind, and self-destruct. It was a minidisk player. Alex took the book and closed his locker. He went to the boys' restroom and locked himself in a stall. He pulled headphones out of his backpack and plugged them into the minidisk player. He pressed the play button, and Camryn's face flickered onto screen. Alex's heart leaped with joy and relief.

"Hey, Alex, I don't have much time to talk," Camryn said on the screen. Her voice was low and her eyes darted around to make sure she wouldn't be caught. Her eyes finally looked steadily at the camera. "I'm in Moscow right now. If you don't have them already, ask my mom for my notes. Read over them before Yassen picks you up. We might as well get some work done while we're here." Suddenly, Camryn whipped her head around. "Shoot…I love you, Alex." The screen went blank.

Alex closed the minidisk player and put it in his backpack. Them his cell phone rang. He answered it.

"Is that enough proof?"

Alex's heart stopped. Yassen's voice was even more haunting than ever. "I don't know," Alex answered replied shakily.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"That video doesn't prove that Camryn's still alive."

"Did you look at the time and date of the video?" Yassen asked.

"That could have been edited," Alex said. He didn't look at the date and time.

Yassen sighed. "That's the best I can do, Alex."

"Why did you leave this for me at school?"

"At school, you don't have the equipment to triangulate my telephone signal. I knew you'd look at it right away, so I didn't have to worry about you taking it to MI6 later."

"Smart."

"You should go home, Alex. Rest will help you heal."

"Then why did you send me to school?"

"I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to ride your bicycle though."

Alex's blood ran cold. "How did you know that I rode my bike?"

"Think, Alex."

The answer clicked into Alex's mind. "Satellite feeds."

"Exactly. You're a smart boy."

Yassen hung up without a "good-bye." Alex tucked his phone into his pocket and headed out of the school. He unchained his bike and went back home.

"Alex?" Jack called as Alex entered the house.

"Yeah?"

"Where were you?"

Alex found Jack in the kitchen. "I was at school. Yassen left something for me in my locker."

"What is it?"

"Proof that Camryn is alive. It doesn't prove that he has her though."

"He probably does."

"Yeah. He's picking me up next Saturday at The Church of Forgotten Saints."

"Did he say when?"

"Ten o' clock."

Jack sighed. "This has something with to do with MI6 doesn't it? I'm going to get my British citizenship so you can stop working for them. I can stay here and look after you."

"That's really great, Jack, but it's not going to do any good. First of all, this is personal. It has nothing to do with MI6. I'm just using their resources. Secondly, MI6 can still use me. I've done a few things that could land me in prison. Mr. Blunt can still use that against me."

"The incident with Skoda wasn't that big of a deal, I think," Jack said.

Alex had to tell her sooner or later. "Do you remember Sabina Pleasure?"

"Yeah."

"She's dead."

"Oh my God! What happened?"

Alex explained about Sabina trying to kill Camryn. "So I killed her."

Jack was speechless.

"I know it was wrong," Alex continued. "I was so angry that I couldn't control myself."

"Well, she had it coming."

"What?" Now Alex was in shock.

"What she did to Camryn was horrible. She deserved to be shot."

"Maybe…"

"Why don't you go to bed, Alex. You look so tired."

Alex nodded and trudged back to his room. He got out Camryn's notes again and picked up where he left off. When he opened one of the binders, an envelope fell out onto his lap. There was nothing written on it, and it wasn't sealed. Alex opened the envelope. It was filled with photographs of a younger Camryn and a man in his forties. Both had the same dark, chestnut brown hair and mystical silver eyes. Alex almost wanted to cry. Camryn looked so happy with her father. Alex had never seen his girlfriend smile this way. He felt as if he'd do anything to give her back the happiness she once had, but he knew he couldn't. No matter how much he loved Camryn, and no matter how much she loved him, there was no way Alex could ever fill the empty void. There was no way Alex could give her as much love as her father could.

Alex looked at the next few photographs in the pile. Camryn became progressively younger in the pictures. Alex came upon a picture of Camryn and her father with a woman Alex had never seen before in the other pictures. The woman was young and beautiful with straight chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. The woman reminded Alex so much of Camryn. This had to be her mother. Alex turned the picture over. "July 1994" was written on the back. Camryn had been four years old. It was the year her mother died. Alex put the photographs away. Looking at them made him sad.

Camryn always had this look in her eyes that she missing something. She longed for something that Alex couldn't give her. Even though he knew he couldn't do anything about it, Alex felt pathetic anyway.

Alex shoved the envelope into one of the binder pockets and proceeded to flip through the mass of information. Two names kept coming up: Mikhail Sokolov and Darya Sokolova. There was also a lot of information on Chechnya and nuclear weapons. Chechens and nuclear weapons…not a good mix. Alex flipped a few pages and found more information on Mikhail and Darya. Darya is the fifteen-year-old daughter of Mikhail. Camryn wrote a little note at the bottom of the page about Russian last names. Since Russian names have gender, girls' last names have an "a" added on to the end.

The next page was an article from a Russian newspaper. Alex stared at it. He didn't know Russian. He sighed. He should have studied Russian instead of German. Alex turned past the article. There was a satellite photograph of a man in a black trench coat, dark shades, and a silver briefcase in his hand. The man had his back turned, but he was looking over his shoulder as if he were making sure he wasn't being followed. His facial structure seemed familiar. Alex flipped back to the front of the binder and pulled out Camryn's photographs again. He found one of her father and held it next to the satellite picture. Both men had the same forehead, nose, and chin. The man in the satellite picture had thin, sunken cheeks. He looked at least a few years older. Other than that, both men looked the same. Alex was certain the man was Camryn's father. This picture had to be taken a long time ago. Camryn's father had died in 2003.

Alex turned to the next page in the binder. The date written on the back of the satellite photograph caught his eye.

"Impossible…" Alex breathed.

The photograph was of Mikhail Sokolov, taken on November 29, 2006 – only a little over a month ago.