Chapter Twenty-Nine
I called Duvall when I got home and left another message.
I had a message from Detective Derry, thanking me for the information about Ash. Unfortunately, he said, taking a trip by airplane was not grounds for arrest or even a search warrant in Maryland. Of course it wasn’t. Just like working at a strip club with two guys who negligently disfigured you almost twenty years ago wasn’t grounds either. Or living three blocks from one of them.
If it was a coincidence, it was a big one. Other things were making sense now, too. Rhonda could have set up the accounts. She could have taken the money. She had access to the information she needed.
I went online and looked up Skip Himmelfarb’s phone number. He picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, Skip, it’s Sam McRae,” I said.
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