Beth swayed as she juggled the letters between trembling fingers. If she were to sling the hand-delivered letter in the waste bin unopened, would the nightmare go away? And what if she decided to become a fugitive from justice? She certainly could - October the 8th had seen to that. She had read of cases where the intervention of some disaster had made it possible for someone to go to ground, to simply disappear. Beth had survived, survived for some...