“By the time I tracked him down, he was already terminally ill. He passed away a year later. But he knew enough that we could figure out you were from 2016 or 17. That, combined with your name and picture,” Charlotte held up the sketch Mr Moreau had shown Maggie, “was obviously enough to find you.”
The image of Charlotte went unfocused as she leaned closer. When the camera had refocused, she held up the two thumb drives that Maggie now had. “Now, what I want you to do is to leave the second flash drive alone for now. When you’re settled in in your new house go down to the basement.”