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Cole Michelson, a no-nonsense type in his late forties, with graying hair and piercing eyes nearly the same color, gave Laurel an assessing look. “Why are you so interested in MaryJo Gaffney?”
Time to find out if the cover story she’d cooked up sounded plausible. The reporter didn’t seem hostile…but he also seemed like the sort of guy who could spot a fake at fifty paces.
Too bad her magical talent wasn’t telling bulletproof lies.
“I have a friend who had a similar experience back home in Flagstaff,” Laurel said. At least the part about living in Flagstaff was true. “She’s been looking for the guy ever since so she could thank him. And then when I saw your article….”
She trailed off there, hoping Cole Michelson would fill in the blanks. However, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sa
