After he had cleaned up Nate settled Prue on the sofa with more coffee, he hadn't even allowed her to change or shower. Then retrieved his laptop from the kitchen counter. She watched him set it up on the coffee table, her jaw tight, arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm calling a friend first," Nate said, opening the laptop. "Someone who can explain this better than I can. Plus, it's someone that you might believe."

"A friend." Her laugh was brittle. "Let me guess, someone you paid to back up ...