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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
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  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“If you get a chance, would you let Mr. Clarke know?” he heard the secretary call after him. “I’m a new hire, and I need all the brownie points I can get.”

“Absolutely,” Mick called over his shoulder as he broke into a jog. He yanked out his cell phone and got to work. By the time he’d exited the building, he had a helicopter waiting to fly him to Westchester. He stepped off the curb, hailed a cab, and hopped inside. “How long will it take to get me to Pier Six? Located at South Street and Broad?” Mick asked the cabdriver.

“Twelve minutes.”

“I’ll give you a hundred extra if you can make it in six.”

“You got it, Mister,” the cabbie said with a wild look in his eyes. “Better hang on tight.” As the taxi peeled out into the traffic, Mick inputted Detective Kostas’s number on his phone keypad and listened to it ring. It went to voicemail. Mick called his precinct and had him paged.

57

Phillip seemed to have a certain spot in mind because he’d had them cross the backyard at a quick clip. They had passed the lap pool, went through a gate, and were now tromping across an elaborate garden with an abundance of flower beds, mature shrubs, and trees. Auntie Jane was lugging the picnic basket. Sarah offered to help carry it because it was clear Phillip wasn’t going to assist, but Auntie Jane waved her off. “I’m stronger than I look,” she said. Sarah was grateful for the navy waxed rain jacket with a quilted tartan lining Auntie Jane had draped over Sarah’s shoulders as they had followed Phillip out the back door. The jacket was quite effective at cutting the wind. Sarah tipped her head and rubbed her cheek against the corduroy collar. It reminded Sarah of her mother, who had worn the exact same raincoat but in sage green. Had she and Auntie Jane purchased the raincoats together on one of their famous shopping sprees? Sarah’s purse was banging against her thigh, and the weight of all the extra junk inside was starting to make her shoulder ache.

Phillip was striding ahead of them in a businesslike manner, as if he were Hitler inspecting the troops. His fisted hands were shoved into his sports jacket pockets, causing his elbows to poke out in an odd fashion. Must be hard for him to march around with that stick up his ass all the time. Sarah pulled her attention back to Auntie Jane, who had the picnic basket hugged to her chest and was huffing a little. Her cheeks were flushed. “My right hand is strong and able if you’d like to take a little break?”

“I’m fine. Truly.”

“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” They walked a little farther in silence. “Is your granddaughter going to be okay, left alone in the house?” Sarah asked.