52
DARCY
I tried to call Lynne’s satellite phone three times but it went to voicemail each time. Finally, I located a number for her partner, Tim O’Halloran. I called and waited through several rings before a male voice finally answered. “Tim O’Halloran.”
“This is Darcy, Tim. Is Lynne there?” I asked.
There was a long pause. “You don’t know,” Tim said slowly.
“Don’t know what?” I asked impatiently. Where was Lynne?
“Lynne and Connor—they were killed in an accident a few weeks ago.”
I was stunned. “Killed?” I couldn’t have heard correctly.
“They were in Italy. Their car went off a cliff.” Tim sounded distracted. “Look, there’s nothing else I can tell you. We’re shutting down the excavation here.”
The line went dead. I stared at the phone in my hand for a moment, then put it aside.
