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I exhaled and tried to think. What else did Holly and Warren Broome have in common?
Audrey Millard, I remembered suddenly. The other jigsaw puzzle map. I raced up the steps, with Marla calling behind me, wanting to know where I was going. I didn’t answer. In Tom’s and my bedroom, I dumped out the contents of our hamper. I pulled out the pants I’d worn the night before, then retrieved the folded map from deep in the right pocket.
I opened it, smoothed it out, then held it carefully as I descended to the basement.
“Goldy,” Marla said in a singsong tone, without looking up, “you’re beginning to scare me.”
“I’m trying to find out how Holly and Warren could have been connected.”
“And?”
“Okay, check this out,” I said as I pressed the map down, right next to the one I’d photocopied from
