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As it was only seven o’clock, I texted Becca instead of calling her, telling her what I knew and asking her to locate this Simon person for me.
“The rest of the Sisterhood’s heading back up north. Not much else they can do now that Vanessa’s dead.” Shea’s face was solemn. “What’s our game plan, boss?”
I stared out at the sky smeared with streaks of thin clouds. “We need to track down Hancock and get a straight answer about where he was the night of the murder. I also want to speak to this Simon, since Vanessa thought he knew something about it. And I’m still waiting to hear back from my friend Amber regarding the dancers at Naughty’s.”
Becca returned my call. “Emma’s f*******: account shows she’s in a relationship with a Simon Benedict. Wow, this guy looks like a freakin’ caveman. H
