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  3. Also by McGarvey Black
  4. Dedication
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“We’ve got another appointment now anyway. We’ll check in with you tomorrow,” said Daryl waving as he and Heather left the room.

“The plant is so pretty,” said Zoe looking at Sean.

“Everyone at the restaurant chipped in. We all miss you.”

“What were you talking about with the police?” said Conner to his wife.

“They were trying to help me remember what happened.”

“Did they?” asked Conner.

“Only little bits,” she replied, “it’s mainly all a big jumbled mess in my head.”

“Nothing concrete?” said Conner looking down and checking his phone. Seeing him holding his phone jolted her memory. An image of the Android phone she found in her husband’s overnight bag flashed in her mind. “Zoe, did you remember anything else when you were talking with the police?”

“No, nothing,” she said quickly, confused by what she had just recalled.

“But you told me…” said Sean. Zoe shot her friend a look that stopped him in mid-sentence.

“That was all,” said Zoe.

“I was hoping you might remember going through my work bag,” said Conner. “I’m missing a few important items.”

“Why would I go through your work bag?”

Conner pulled a face. “You’ve done it before.”

“I don’t remember anything,” said Zoe looking over at Sean, signaling with her eyes for him to stay quiet.

Conner looked down at his phone. “Just got an email from work. I’ve got to go into the office for a few hours. Things are heating up on my case. I’ll be back this afternoon.”

“I’ve got to go too, am working the lunch shift today,” said Sean, adjusting his mask while giving Zoe a worried look as he got up to leave. “I’ll stop by later. Try to get some rest.”

50

After Conner and Sean left, Zoe closed her eyes, hoping to summon the missing puzzle pieces from her uncooperative brain. After a few minutes of nothingness, she heard the distinct ping sound of a phone alert and opened her eyes. She reached for her phone on the nightstand. There were no new messages. She heard the ping again.

Where’s that noise coming from? Am I hearing things? Still very weak she got up slowly, leaning on the walls as she circled the small room opening drawers and cabinets. She opened the closet door. It was mainly empty with only a few bare hangers. Lower down, a large white plastic bag with a yellow drawstring lay on the middle shelf. She opened it. The bag was full of her clothes—a pink top, gray yoga pants and gray socks. That’s what I was wearing before I passed out in my bedroom. She pulled the drawstring closed, placed the bag back on the shelf, and was about to close the closet door when she heard that ping sound again.