“I don’t know. It was just a woman’s voice on my voice mail. Not only do I not know, it looks as if Cecelia didn’t know anything about it, either.”
The patrol car behind me flashed its lights. I was desperate to know if Cecelia had left any notes about the supposed r**e. But I didn’t want Frances looking into another allegation, especially since the cops were supposedly working on it. Beside the curb, Arch was looking around, his expression wary. “I need to hop,” I told Frances.
“I want to know what’s missing from Korman’s house!”
“I promise I’ll tell you later. The cops are here,” I said, and hung up on her screeching protest.
I stashed the cell in my pocket and jumped out of my van. Arch’s face looked so haggard, it was hard to believe he’d enjoyed his brief time at the water park an
