She stood up nervously when I approached the table. “Thanks for actually coming, Kirsten.”

I sat down across from her. “Start talking, Melinda.”

She looked around nervously before lowering her voice. “Have you heard anything strange about Connor lately?”

“What kind of thing?” I asked, keeping my face neutral.

Her fingers tightened around her paper coffee cup. “He’s been acting incredibly strange for weeks. He keeps taking secret phone calls outside, and he gets violently angry whenever I ask him basic questions.”

I simply waited for her to continue.

“And, well,” she hesitated, rubbing her forehead. “I found some hidden paperwork in his home office desk.”