I cupped my chin, puzzling over Ramona's cryptic words. Morgan knew a secret. But 'T' paid his family to disappear. What exactly was going on?

The blaring sirens of the containment team snapped me back to the present. Dressed in stark white biohazard gear unlike regular police, one called out, "Heard we've got a hazardous situation here."

"The stinging nettles," McKenzie indicated with his cigar toward Ramona's backyard garden plot. 

"What the hell, who deliberately plants nettles?" grumbled one of the containment officers. "Whose property is this, Mr McKenzie?"

"Ramona's place. She was maid to Mrs Ortiz," McKenzie replied tersely. "Don't bother investigating the plants - just eradicate them and...