Jed nods and hands me and envelope. “That’s all we found on her.”
I study the envelope for a moment before I reach for it. “Thank you,” I say, dismissing him. As he leaves, I have a short moment of sanity when I ask myself why I’m bothering. So what if I slept with some girl whose last name I never bothered to ask. Why can’t I let it go and forget about her?
I pull out the contents of the envelope and I have my answer. The first sheet is a picture of her, in color, wearing a t-shirt with her hair in a ponytail. Her arm is around someone but that part of the picture has been cropped out. She’s laughing.
I stare at the sheet for a long time before I go to the next one, where all her information has been neatly typed.
Rachel Foster, twenty four years old, Columbia graduate with a degree in English Literature, features associate at Gilt Traveler.
Jed has even included her home and work addresses, family information, and printouts of articles she has written for Gilt. I stare at the contents of the envelope, confusion giving way to anger.
Rachel Foster is going to have a lot of explaining to do.