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Later, after returning Mark’s borrowed vehicle, calling Social Services about Janus Kaminski, and checking out of the truck stop motel, they hit the road in Gracie’s car.
Mark drove this time while Gracie called her brother. She put the phone on speaker so they could both hear.
“Jake, I need some help locating someone. I was wondering if I could get the name of the private investigator you’ve been working with.”
“Not sure that ‘working with’ is the right way to put it,” he said wryly. “She would say that she, a professional, allowed me, an amateur, to assist her.”
“Okay, well, we need a professional. Can you send me her info?”
“How about I call her for you? What do you need?”
Gracie’s eyebrows lifted. She shot Mark a glance loaded with speculation. “Why can’t you just give me her
