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was insane and there was such a mixture of fury and bewilderment in his eyes that she actually felt afraid. She took a step backward, dropping her hand.
    “You’re from Israel. You were born and raised there,” she said.
    He nodded.
    “But yet, the way you’ve been pronouncing all those German names you sound like a native German speaker. And you said he spoke German to you when he was agitated. You understood him, didn’t you?”
    Again he nodded.
    “Your family, before Israel was created at the end of the war, where were they living?”
    “Germany,” he whispered.
    Tears began to pour down her face. “I am so sorry.”
    “My mother was born in one of those camps. Both my grandparents died there, but she and her older brother survived.”
    “I had no idea.”
    “How could you?” he asked, eyes burning. “I never told you.”
    Cindy didn’t know what to say. Worse, she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to hold him, comfort him, but he had looked so fierce when she merely touched him that she was afraid that would be the wrong thing.
    He passed a hand over his eyes.
    “I need to get some air,” he muttered.
    “We could go for a walk,” she suggested.
    He shook his head. “You stay, I’ll just be a minute.”
    As soon as he had left Cindy began to walk through the rest of the downstairs, her agitation making it impossible to sit still.
    The emptiness of the place was unnerving, especially when contrasted with all the chaos in her own head. She’d never realized that there was such tragedy in Jeremiah’s family, although she should have. It explained a lot.
    I’m not the only one whose lost a family member in a horrible way , she realized.
    She kept pacing for a few minutes and then she finally went upstairs, driven by curiosity and the need to look at something different than bare walls and floors. Only upstairs it was more of the same. She paced through each room, eyes searching for something the police might have missed, even though she knew it was arrogance on her part to think she’d be the one to find the overlooked clue.
    You’re getting full of yourself , she chastised.
    She went back downstairs finally after exhausting every nook and cranny upstairs.
    The only place she hadn’t checked out downstairs was the small cubby hole storage area under the stairs. She opened it and walked in. The room sloped down quickly but was bigger than most spaces of its kind.
    A memory tugged at her heart. The house they had lived in when she was little had a room like this. Her older sister had commandeered it as her playroom and held fantastic tea parties with her stuffed animals in it.
    That was before she died, back when the world was still a safe, wonderful place.
    Cindy could feel the tears threatening to come and she pushed them back. Her sister had been gone for so long and yet still she was occasionally ambushed like this by memories.
    She was about to leave the space when she decided to go all the way into the corners where the light wasn’t falling, just in case there was anything there. Of course, that was incredibly unlikely. Everything else in the place was stripped bare. The old man had probably never even put anything in here.
    Still she got down on her hands and knees and crawled in until she could reach her hands into the corners. There was nothing. She shifted her weight slightly and the floor squeaked beneath her. She began to back up and her hand fell on a place on the carpet that seemed off somehow.
    She paused and ran her hands over the carpet. There was a section that seemed to be the tiniest bit lower than the rest. That made no sense.
    She continued to feel around and she discovered that the section seemed to be nearly the width of the closet but was only about two feet deep, forming a weird rectangle shape.
    She felt along the ridge. It was like a seem. She felt a surge of excitement. Could it actually be a trap door of some kind leading to under the house? Was there a basement down