Alice woke up to an empty bed. Panic swept over her. Where was Johnny now? She groped around to grab his pillow and hug it to her, and a note crumpled in her hand. Pushing tangles of hair out of her eyes, she read the note.
Visiting family in Bel Air, back late.
With him out of town, maybe it was time for some serious detective work. She loathed the term “spying.” Even now, she never opened the mail delivered to him at Ford"s Theater. She couldn"t bring herself to do it. But his garments were fair game.
She opened his wardrobe and rummaged through the pockets of the ermine-trimmed overcoat he"d worn last night. She came up with a few coins, some lemon drops, and a photo, which she recognized as his former fiancée Lucy Hale. She turned it over and read the inscription on the back, part o
