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Rebecca hurried to Richie’s house, but he wasn’t home. If Baranski’s story was true, she could stay away from the Russians, and leave them to the FBI just as Eastwood wanted. She was glad of that. The killer, she now knew, was somewhere in Marin County.
At the moment, however, her thoughts took a very different turn, as she decided to go to a grocery store. She could cook a little, and since Richie once called her a “country girl,” she planned to show him just how good an Idaho meal could be. She bought a small prime rib and a couple of potatoes for baking, along with butter, sour cream, chives, cheddar cheese and bacon bits to put on top, plus some creamy horseradish sauce for the prime rib and the makings for a crisp salad with ranch dressing.
She put the roast and potatoes in the
