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I gave Roger a whispered heads-up with a promise to check in later before racing to the parking lot, dodging a couple of saintly staff on the way. I tried the phone number Addy had called me from previously, but got no answer except a strange woman’s voicemail. What the hell was she thinking?
Sometimes I found it helpful to start with absolute worst-case scenarios and work my way down the pyramid of potential catastrophes. Worst case: either the man in the SUV or Pinky Guy had something to do with it. Fortunately, that was hard to swallow. So far as I knew, there was no relationship between either of them and Addy, and there was no reason for them to necessarily think she was a way to get to me. Assuming they even wanted to get to me, which was a big fat paranoid assumption based on p
