Cameron arrived at Andra's house right after lunch. Climbing the front steps he rang the doorbell and then waited patiently if not a little nervously for the sound of approaching footsteps.

Denise Morris opened the door, a warm smile lighting up her face when she recognized Cameron.

"Hi. It's nice to see you again. Come on in."

"It's nice to see you too, Ms. Morris." He replied stepping into the foyer.

"Just call me Denise. I hate formal titles. They make me feel so old."

"Okay, Denise," Cameron said chuckling. "Is Andra around?"

"Yeah, she's been expecting you. Just go on up. It's the door at the end of the hall." She answered gesturing in that direction.

"Thank you." He said, starting up the stairs. " And Cameron." She called after him. "Make sure to keep the door open."

"Yes ma'am, I mean, Denise." He said quickly correcting himself.

"Thank you."

There was no doubt that they were mother and daughter, Cameron thought. It amazed him that the two could look so different but be so similar. Cameron wasn't sure Andra realized it, but everything from how they walked to how they spoke was almost identical. It was a little eerie watching them together.

As he approached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of music playing softly from the end of the hall. Heading in that direction he saw her bedroom door standing open.

Andra was in the center of the room, hands on her hips, staring up at the wall in front of her. Her long curly hair was twisted into a bun and she had pushed a pencil through it at some point. She wore light-colored blue jeans that flared out at the bottom, and a black fitted tank top. The hem of her jeans brushed the ground and covered enough of her foot that only her electric blue toenails showed.

Andra was so wrapped up in what she was looking at that she hadn't even realized Cameron was standing there. He looked past her to the wall and saw that she had tacked, what looked like, newspaper articles to the area above her desk. In the center of the articles, she had pinned a black and white photo of a teenage girl. He wasn't standing close enough to see what the clippings said, but he didn't need Andra to tell him who the girl in the picture was.

Leaning forward, he knocked on the door frame. Andra jumped and turned quickly, one hand flying to her chest, the color draining from her face.

"Cameron, you scared me to death!"
She said breathlessly.

"I'm sorry. I promise it wasn't intentional this time."

"It's fine. I guess I was just really focused. Although you do seem to be making this a bit of a habit." she said jokingly, still holding one hand pressed tightly over her heart.

"I would ask what all this is," he said gesturing at the wall in front of her, "but I think I already have an idea. This is about Savannah right?" She nodded but was silent as he approached and then inspected her handiwork.

"This is all the stuff I found online. The story you told me was on the right track, but there are some differences. You were right about Inglewood too. There's hardly anything in the local papers about how she died."

"That doesn't surprise me. What did you find out?"

"Well," she said turning back to the wall. "You were right about her being an athlete, she was voted MVP for her volleyball team more than once. She played basketball and softball too and from what I've found in old yearbooks it looks like she was also involved in several clubs."

"Wait a minute," Cameron said looking a little confused. "Where did you find old yearbooks?"

She smiled lifting an eyebrow. "You wouldn't believe the things you can find online if you know where to look."

As Cameron watched her he noticed the dark circles under her eyes and she seemed a little more jittery than normal. Andra was usually pretty collected, from what he knew of her, but for some reason, she seemed just a little off her game today.

"Ok then. So, you found the yearbooks. You said you thought the stories weren't exactly right. What makes you think that?"

"Well, this for starters." She said, pulling a small stack of papers off her desk and passing them to him. As Cameron flipped through the pile he realized that they were, indeed, printouts from a yearbook.

"What exactly am I looking for here?" He asked her.

Sitting down cross-legged on the floor, she started to spread out the pages. Tapping each as she pointed them out. He sat down beside her as she began to explain.

"These are from Savannah's tenth-grade year."

The small pile of pictures she was pointing to had dozens of smiling photos of the same girl. She was front and center in each one. Playing volleyball, chatting with her friends in the school hallway, even one of her in a strapless blue gown attending, what the description said, was the winter formal.

"I still don't see what you're seeing." He told her.

"Just bear with me my adorable assistant. I'm getting there."

Andra leaned across him to get the second set of papers. She was so close that her arm brushed up against his as she leaned forward. With her this close he could smell the scent of the coconut shampoo she used. His heart did a quick stutter step in his chest as he tried in vain to gather his thoughts. More than a little embarrassed he suddenly realized that she had been speaking to him while he sat there gaping like an idiot.

"Wait, say that again." He said sheepishly.

She nodded and started over. "These are the articles from the first three volleyball games of Savannah's eleventh-grade year." He read through them quickly and then looked at her, puzzled.

"It looks completely normal."

She tapped the top article. "Look at who the Setter is."

Glancing back through the article he quickly found the answer to her question. "A girl named Melanie Harlow."

"Exactly." She said, beaming. "That's Savannah's position."

"That's not too big a deal." He said. "Maybe she was on the injured list."

"That's what I thought too." She assured him quickly. "Then, I found this."

Pulling out a second printout, she handed it to him. He didn't need her to explain this one to him. It was the team's injured list.

He was missing something but he could tell by the look on her face that she was about to let him know just exactly what that was.

"The story that you told me said that Savannah quit the volleyball team after her Dad's death, right?"

Cameron nodded. Andra said nothing, just handed Cameron another printout. He read through the newspaper clipping she had handed him twice before looking up.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"It's Donald Miles's obituary. Savannah's father. Do you see the date?"

"Yeah." He said. "This happened the summer before her senior year.

"Exactly! She dropped out of volleyball before her dad died and it wasn't just that. She dropped out of everything. I checked. This also means that he passed just two months before her."

Cameron sat silently for a few moments, taking in the information she had just given him. She watched and waited but said nothing.

"So, why do you think she would do something like that? You must have some kind of theory."

She shrugged and then started putting the articles back into neat piles.

"I'm not sure. I need more information. I do know one thing though. Savannah may have struggled with the death of her father but it's not what started this. Savannah was spiraling long before her dad died."

"How can you be sure of that?" Again, she said nothing just handed him the last set of papers. He flipped through them slowly and thought he was beginning to understand.

The papers he was holding were more pictures. These pictures had a completely different tone though. They looked like more yearbook photos but several had been enlarged to better show the beautiful dark-haired girl. Savannah wasn't the focal point of these photos.

There was one taken in the school's cafeteria. Savannah hadn't been the focus of the picture but Andra had cropped the photo to better see her. She was sitting at a table alone, a full tray in front of her, staring out the nearby window. In one, she was walking down the hall, alone, hoodie pulled up around her face. Whoever had taken this picture, had been standing directly in front of her or Cameron wouldn't have recognized her.

"Ok, I hear what you're saying, and I agree that something is off here, but what now?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'm still working on that part. If we could talk to someone who knew more about this that would help."

"As it turns out we might be able to do just that." He said. "I was talking to Mark today. His grandad is retired now but he used to be a police officer. To be more accurate, he was a sheriff and he was working here when Savannah died."

Andra just stared at him, not believing their luck.

"You're serious?"

"Yes. Mark called him and he's willing to talk to us as soon as we can get there."

Andra launched herself at him, throwing both arms around his neck in her excitement. He was just barely able to regain his balance before putting his arms around her.

"This is amazing! Thank you so much!"

"If I had known you would react like this I would have lined something up way sooner." He told her, laughing.

She backed up a step or two, color flooding her face, and then smiled.

"I'm sorry, I just really want to know what happened to her."

"I know." He told her. "We do need to be careful how we approach this though. Mark says he retired because of this case."

"Ok. We can do that. Does he live here in town?" Cameron shook his head. "He lives about an hour and a half away from here."

"It's going to be our first road trip. That's perfect. We can come up with what we need to say on the way there. Just give me half an hour and I can be ready to go. Ok?" He nodded.

She rummaged through her closet and grabbed a few things, before heading for the door and her bathroom. She was almost to the hall when she turned around and looked back at him shyly. Slowly crossing the room to where he stood and stretching up on her tiptoes, she placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks again. I don't know what I would do without you, Cameron."

She squeezed his hand lightly before turning and walking out. He heard the bathroom door close behind her as he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. His heart was pounding but he felt as light as air. This girl might quite literally be the death of me, he thought.