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  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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“Oh, how nice,” Regan said. “His wife, yes, her name is …”

“Monique.”

“I don’t suppose you could give me their number, could you? I’d hate to miss the chance to see them.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not at liberty to give out a private number, either. If you’d like, I’ll take your number and send Dizzy a text message on his phone.”

“I’d appreciate that. My name, again, is Regan Reilly and my number is …”

“I’ll see he gets it,” Alicia said.

“Thanks so much.” Regan hung up, doubtful that she’d ever hear from him. He doesn’t know who I am. And when he gets wind of the latest online video he won’t be in a great mood. He’ll have more reason to be furious with Cleo. If he’s the one who’s been leaving her the flowers, that really isn’t good.

Regan typed Rufus’s name into the search box on her BlackBerry again and added the name “Monique” to her search. If I could only find her maiden name, Regan thought. Finally she did—a picture of Monique at a high school reunion. Monique Cammarizzo Spells.

Regan started searching for Cammarizzo in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Regan said, still focused on her BlackBerry, her back to the door. “There’s the address,” she murmured. “But the phone is unlisted.” She was about to get up when a pair of arms encircled her.

“Oh!” Regan gasped, then laughed as Jack leaned down and kissed her hello. “It’s you.”

“Who’d you think it would be?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a crazy shopper who wanted this chair.” She leaned her head against his. “Don’t get comfortable. We’ve got to hit the road.”

“Where are we going?”

“Seaside Heights.”

“Who’s in Seaside Heights?”

“Cleo’s super. I don’t think he’ll be happy to see us.”

63

I’ve had enough, Wilbur thought. He and Stix had been in a dark, dingy, smoke-filled casino for hours. Stix had gone straight to the craps tables, while Wilbur tried his hand at the slot machines. He’d limited himself to betting one hundred dollars. When it was all gone, he walked around the floor several times, then found his way back to the table where Stix was still playing.

“Stix, what do you say we head home?”

“Listen, Wilbur,” Stix barked, “if you don’t want to spend time with me, that’s fine. Go running to Edna. See if I care.”

“Edna has nothing to do with it,” Wilbur said. “I’d be happy to go someplace else. I feel as if I really need some fresh air. Let’s take a walk on the Boardwalk.”

Stix looked at his watch. “I promise we’ll leave here in an hour.”

“You mind if I go outside?” Wilbur asked.

“Be my guest.”