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  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“I am working on a missing person’s case. The woman is extremely unstable and is a clear and present danger to herself and others. We have reason to believe that this fugitive is living and working in the Los Angeles area.” Kevin snapped his briefcase open and slid several photos of Sarah across the woman’s desk, along with the news clipping photo from Solace Island. “You’ll need to look closer than surface details as she has changed her hair color, cut, et cetera. She has been using an assortment of aliases. Her most recent identity is Mary Browning—”

He had been watching the woman’s hand pick up the photos. Her gasp drew his focus to her face as it drained of color. “Rachel Jones,” she croaked. The woman’s gaze flew from the photos to meet his, her expression slightly wild. “Rachel Jones,” she repeated, her voice louder, almost strident in the bare-bones office. “Oh, shit. What have I done?”

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Mick was behind the wheel. He and Sarah were tearing down Highway 95. The windows of his car were open wide, desert air rushing past. He felt lighter, cleaner somehow. He glanced at Sarah, who had been pretty quiet since they’d left Desert Rose. “Yesterday you mentioned you’d tried to get a divorce. What happened with that?”

“Once I was safely away, I contacted the family lawyer who was handling my parents’ estate.”

“Phillip Clarke?”

“Yes. I asked him to prepare the paperwork for a legal separation. I rented a post office box so I could receive the paperwork. Phillip told me he’d sent the documents by express post. However, when I arrived at the post office to pick up the package, my ex was waiting for me.” She shrugged, feeling the betrayal fresh in her belly. “The only person who could have given him that information was my lawyer.”

Mick nodded, deep in thought. “So that’s why you never filed.”

“Yeah.”

“You believe your lawyer sold you out. That he’s in cahoots with Kevin.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to believe he would do something like that. He was an old, deeply trusted family friend, but how did Kevin get that information?”

“This Phillip Clarke, he’s not the only lawyer in the world. Why didn’t you ask another lawyer to file for you?”

“You think that didn’t cross my mind? I would have loved to get this whole mess over and done with. Unfortunately, in order to file divorce papers, one needs ID. Phillip has copies of everything: my birth certificate, social security number, copies of every single passport I’ve had since I was a baby. Someone new?” She shrugged, feeling weary. “Why would they believe me when I have no ID proving I’m who I say I am?”

Sarah saw something flicker across Mick’s face. “Why don’t you have ID?”