Chapter 19
As I drove away from Paradiso, Georgina reached me on my cell to say that Emily had finished terrorizing West Annapolis and was on her way home. I was heading that direction myself when my cell phone burbled again.
“I need to talk to you, Mrs. Ives.” It was Special Agent Amanda Crisp, and she sounded serious.
“Just a minute.” I figured she wasn’t calling with good news. Rather than have a heart attack and crash my car, I pulled into the Bay Ridge shopping center, parked in front of Giant, and cut my engine. “It’s bad news, isn’t it?”
“No, sorry. I didn’t mean to alarm you. It’s just that there’s something I’d like to discuss.”
“I want to talk to you, too, Agent Crisp,” I said, thinking of the envelope of photographs that sat on the car seat next to me. “When and where?”
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