"Hello, Mrs. H. My name is Tee. I'm a friend of Ash DuPaul. He gave me your card and said you might be able to help."
"Ah, Ash, yes. He said you might call."
Not Maylean. After my research, I was pretty sure Maylean was a dead end, at least as the point of contact. First, she was fully immersed in a peace and tranquility retreat and had been for a while now.
The retreat was cut off from the outside world and emulated a cross between a Quaker lifestyle and that of a Buddhist cleansing. The retreat butted up against the Yellowstone National Park and was so isolated that even if Maylean sneaked in a cell phone, she wouldn't likely have service.
"How can I help?"