CHAPTER 35
THE NEXT MORNING, Mack called while it was still dark. I rolled over and looked at the clock. The numbers floated around a bit, but when I squinted, I saw it was just after five. Hurrah—I’d gotten a whole hour of sleep. We really needed to have words about this.
“I’m still ash…asleep.”
“You sound drunk.”
“I will neither confirm nor deny that rumour.”
“Well, I found your stalker woman. Her claim to fame is having restraining orders from three different celebrities. I think she’s collecting them.”
So, Mack had found Lavinia. Did it really matter now? Unless she was six feet tall and popped steroids like candy, she wasn’t going to be our culprit. But a tiny voice inside me that wouldn’t shut up said what if? I should visit her, just in case.
“What’s the address?”
I scribble
