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Chapters (49)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. Contents
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. Author’s Note and Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author

“Her numbers are on her business card and I have her home address.” Clarissa took out her phone to look up the address. “In fact, I sold her the house. It’s what got her interested in real estate after her divorce. She sold cosmetics before that.”

Tess handed Donna’s business card to Eve. Clarissa showed her screen to Eve, who made a note of the address on the back of the card. Donna lived in Greater Mulwood, one of the first Calabasas housing tracts, off Mulholland Highway, near the Gelson’s shopping center.

“Thank you,” Eve said.

“Is Donna in some kind of trouble?” Clarissa asked.

“No, I just want to ask her some questions about one of her clients, Tanya Kenworth. Donna was helping her find a home to rent. Would you have any of that information here? Or Donna’s calendar perhaps?”

“Donna would have all that and we don’t have the password to her computer,” Clarissa said.

“That’s okay.” Eve handed Clarissa and Tess each one of her cards. “Please have Donna call me if she checks in.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Donna’s house was a 1960s-era tract home that had been restored to its original midcentury modern style and bold colors: bright green, with white trim and red doors. The front courtyard was surrounded by see-through cinder block walls with white decorative gravel beds at their base. The other tract homes on the street had either been drastically remodeled and stripped of their midcentury architectural details or had been torn down and replaced with Spanish-Mediterranean-style homes with red tile roofs.

Eve parked in the driveway, knocked on the front door, and rang the bell, but there was no answer. The drapes were drawn on the windows and she didn’t sense any sign of life. She pushed open the mail slot on the door and peeked inside. There was no mail on the floor, so unless Donna had filed a mail hold with the post office, somebody had been home in the last few days.

“What are you doing, lady?” asked a man behind her.

Eve stood up and turned around. A balding man in his sixties, wearing an untucked safari shirt with about thirty-seven pockets, cargo shorts with twelve more pockets, and a pair of flip-flops, stood on the sidewalk with his hands on his hips.

“I’m Detective Eve Ronin.” She took out her badge and flashed it as she approached him. “Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department.”

“We’re colleagues,” he said.

“We are?”