"I hate to admit it," she says, leaning back in her chair, "but you may have a point. As far as I know, she hasn't found anything. We don't really have anywhere to start." Redbright didn't know she existed, which would have been her first thought. Redbright knew her as Emma, the drunk from Abby's party. But that was it.

When the waiter stops by, Nancy orders herself a small espresso.