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Hudson turned right onto Indian School Road. I attempted to follow but got caught at a red light. I considered trying to squeeze through, but the westbound traffic on Indian School was heavy. My phone pinged to let me know someone had left me a voicemail message.
I pulled it out for a second and played the message on speaker, keeping an eye out for an opening to turn.
“Ms. Ballou, it’s Naomi Hoffman. Blair’s staying at Scottsdale Dreamcatcher Resort, room 354. Thought you should know.”
“Gotcha!” I said aloud.
The traffic cleared, and I turned onto Indian School Road. I didn’t have to catch up to Hudson, but I had to hurry. Clearly, Hudson and Marshall were all ready to skip the country together. Apparently, Marshall’s disloyalty extended beyond the cause of feminism. She’d betrayed
