Angie stared at the letter in her hand that had been wrapped around an airline ticket and a ferry ride pass.
 
“Come out to Hope Island, girlfriend.  It’ll do you a world of good.  You’ll see. “
 
It had come in the mail that morning, and for the life of her, Angie couldn’t understand why someone she knew only over the Internet would be doing this for her.  Still, Callie’s offer sounded so good, and heavens knew she had no reason to stay in New York at the moment.  Ever since Rollie had disappeared without a trace, there was really no work to be had, at least not for Tyler FX.
 
“I can do my graphics from any place I set up my computer,” she thought.  “Okay, Callie Pender, you’re on.”