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  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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After Regan hung up with Jack, she felt so much better. He’d be with her in the next hour or two. Now I’ll try Cleo, she thought. She probably wouldn’t pick up if she didn’t recognize the number, but I’ll leave a message.

Regan dialed, then waited as Cleo’s cell phone rang several times. Finally the voice mail kicked in, but it wasn’t Cleo’s voice. An automated recording gave the number called, and said to leave a message after the tone.

“Hello, Cleo, my name is Regan Reilly. I know this call is coming out of the blue and you might be inclined to ignore it, but if you would call me back, I’d appreciate it. I’m at Edna Frawley’s home. Your parents and friend Daisy have called here because they haven’t been able to reach you and are very concerned. Your parents are on their way back to the States and Daisy’s on a movie set, so if you call them and end up having to leave a message, I won’t know you’re okay until someone gets back to me. I’m a private investigator and your parents want me to locate you as soon as possible. Please call and let me know you’re okay. Thanks, Cleo …” Regan gave her number then hung up.

Regan sat still for a moment, thinking. When she hears I know Edna, she may never want to talk to me. I hope the guy who takes care of Edna’s pool gets in touch soon. He must have run into Cleo at least once during the month.

Regan’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and smiled. It was Kit. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Kit answered. “I’m sitting outside on my lunch break and I thought I’d say hello. I also wanted the latest update on that guy you were spying on. Your client’s love life sounds worse than mine. Anything new?”

“As a matter of fact …,” Regan began. Then she described the scene at the Chinese restaurant. But Regan never named names.

“He’s engaged!” Kit exclaimed as she watched a pigeon peck at a crumb perilously close to her sandaled feet.

“There’s more.” Regan told her where she was and why. “The fiancée is working at this garage sale.”

“Oh my God!” Kit cried. “Does your client know yet?”

“I tried to call her but she didn’t pick up. It can wait.”

“If I were her, or she, or whatever is the proper word, I’d want you to find out every detail about that other woman. Every last detail! And that woman might be interested to know that lover boy was seeing someone else as recently as last week.”