Songs of love and devotion played in Polly’s earbuds. Anything to distract from the true truth of the situation. They had done the best they could with a plan that sounded like a good idea at the time. They figured Anders would know that his computer had been bricked. That would have been obvious the next time he tried to turn it on. How he’d jumped to the, admittedly correct, conclusion that it had been her and Tuesday, Polly could only guess.

Then again, maybe he hadn’t, and ...