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“I don’t know. To think that last year at this time she was a virtual unknown. Then she had a hit movie and was nominated for an Academy Award. Now her name is being exploited to get people to come to a garage sale.”

“I think Cleo Paradise probably likes being famous, but it has its price. She didn’t win the Academy Award, her next movie bombed, which thrilled a lot of people, now she’s starring in a garage sale. The question is, why would she have left so much stuff behind?”

“Who knows? Maybe there’s not much there.”

“By the way, did you reach Hayley?”

“Yes. Needless to say, she’s very upset. She’s also bent on revenge, which worries me. I hope she calms down. Jack, I’ve got to run. My bag is packed. If you don’t mind bringing it with you tonight …”

“Of course. Regan, be careful.”

Regan smiled. It was what Jack said to her all the time. And she never tired of hearing it. “I will.”

Outside, even though it was still early, the sun was blazing. Regan flagged down a cab. She got in, shut the door, and said, “Penn Station, please.”

Without a word, the driver accelerated. I guess he heard me, Regan thought as the cab lurched forward. Then she heard the mumbling. Another driver illegally chatting on his cell phone. What do these guys talk about for hours on end?

At Penn Station, Regan paid, giving a good tip for which her driver showed not an ounce of gratitude. But if I didn’t give him a decent tip, Regan thought as she put her wallet back in her purse, I’d feel guilty. No winning in this situation. She got out, hurried across the sidewalk to the escalator, and as it descended could see that there were already plenty of travelers, many dressed in shorts and T-shirts, wheeling their suitcases around the station. It was August and the forecast was for a sunny, hot, beautiful weekend.

Regan bought a ticket and a cup of coffee. Moments later she was settling in on the train. She got out her computer, sent a quick e-mail to Hayley telling her to hang in there and that she’d call her later, then did a search on Cleo Paradise. Several photos of the petite actress popped up. She had light brown hair, porcelain skin, and beautiful green eyes.