Jane's dream of being a missionary was finally coming true. Too bad going into the field as a private detective meant someone had to die. “This is a tricky one.” Flora handed Jane a slim file folder. “The client is panicking.” Jane sat across from Flora in the cluttered office of the Senior Corps of Retired Investigators. Driving rain from the day’s storm smeared the drafty window. The heater had clicked on moments before with the dusty but cozy odor shared by all old buildings. She pulled her sweater a little tighter and opened the folder. It held a one-page dossier and an itinerary from Travelocity. At first glance, she saw nothing shocking. “What’s the problem?” “Teenagers.”