I bawled and laughed at the same time. I was tempted to go back through the information on Blair Marshall to see if brainstorming might reveal her location. But I closed my rolltop desk and went for a run with Diana.
While we wound throughout our labyrinthine neighborhood, I let my mind go blank, focusing on the cool morning breeze, the brilliant blue sky, and the fresh spring air.
Afterward, I took a long shower before meeting Becca, Easton, Zahara, Kirsten, and Juanita for brunch at Maisie’s Southern Café, followed by getting our hair and nails done at Choices Salon in east Phoenix. By the time we were done, I hardly recognized myself. Everyone looked like a walking glamour-shot photo.
“Dayum, bitches,” Juanita said, taking a photo of us with Sue Figueroa, the salon’s owner, and her a
