A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

know we have the notebook,” I said, sitting on the edge of her packing crate.

“When he finds out, he will say I stole it,” she said.

“You had the key, Stacey,” I said.

We spent the next hour reading through her statement, correcting the dates to match the log from the blue notebook.

Every time she spoke Alan’s name, her voice wavered, but she kept reading.continue reading …