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The ride down to Tempe was quiet, tense. Kate stared out the car window and watched the businesses that lined the freeway pass by — big-box stores, furniture stores, bland office parks that all looked the same. In her opinion, the planners hadn’t done that great a job in this part of the Valley of the Sun. They should have planted native vegetation along the edges of the highway, thus providing some visual relief along with some privacy for the businesses that bordered the freeway. They’d done better in other, newer parts of town, but this area was older, not nearly as scenic.
She hadn’t told her mother about the reporters. Thank God they’d decamped by the time Lynda Campbell showed up in Scottsdale, and no one else had appeared to take their place. Maybe they’d decided that chasing af
