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My cell chimed somewhere deep in my purse as I drove home from Liliana’s apartment. Next to me on the passenger seat was a large file with some of the papers I hadn’t been able to read in Liliana’s kitchen. I solemnly promised to read through everything and return it to her as soon as I could. I reached over to fish around for my cell, with no luck. I knew I should break down and pick up an ear pod and a cellphone holder for my car, but it was one of those little chores I kept putting off. I exited Geary at Fillmore, the first chance I had to get to a parking space. I spotted an empty meter next to the Hot Springs in Japantown and pulled over. I rummaged in my purse until I felt my phone. Jacob Handler had called. I hit the button to return his call.
"Julia, I’m glad I caught you. I w
