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Luca
If I’d had to put money on anyone in high school joining a convent, it would’ve been Phoebe Gilmore, not Shara. The address Addy had given me was over in Roseburg, but driving ninety miles was still preferable to speaking with Lydia Fairbanks, even if it was a waste of time. The Phoebe I remembered would have been in bed by eight thirty every night, definitely not a party girl, but she’d agreed to talk to me at two p.m. on account of how she’d been out until the early hours. And Colt said it was better to speak face to face because body language told you what words couldn’t. Had he ever been propositioned by Marnie Simcox? Was that where he’d come up with that gem of advice?
Phoebe lived in a good-sized family home in a nice neighbourhood, just the type of place I’d have expecte
