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"No one can find rabbed e on 57, like the ones they "

I patted her hand "Okay, an old bridge on Highway 57 Got it Can you giveand searching, and they can’t find my body My sister is – She’s so upset"

"I’m sorry, hon What’s your na --?"

Before I could ask for her naot off her ID was Nic Perhaps she was a Nicole or a Nicky If she’d have crossed through leaned ame of cat and mouse I could only pray I’d be the cat this ti in a cream-colored sweater, jeans, and my favorite boots, I started for my handy dandy office, which sat about fifty feet from my handy dandy aparte to useood practice for later in life when dementia set in and I would try to take everyone’s ot only a garbled hello forfor me"

He cleared his throat and said, "It’s Saturday"

"And?"

"I’y "Did I wake you?"

If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he growled at me

"So, has there been a rash of led?"

"What? Did you get so, like I got reat beyond "No, but I do have an apartled to death"

I heard a rustling sound as though he were fighting sheets to get out of bed I understood Sheets were tricky Losing the fight, he cursed And dropped his phone Twice Ubie had never been a ive me the details"

I broke it down as I had for Cookie "Okay, I have no less than nine woe anywhere from seven to thirty-five, all blond but not all natural blondes Caucasian, Hispanic, African A any bells?"

"Not offhand"

"I don’t think these women died recently And I think their deaths were spread out over an extended period of tiaps in between"

"Could be the killer did a stint in jail Any names?"

"No, but they’re scared, Uncle Bob Terrified I’ve never seen anything like it"

"I’ll check around How are you?"

"Okay, I just have no idea why they would show up now Soer their appearance"