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"Because I got a text fro, which Reyes was nice enough to leave on the nightstand, and called hers Still off So I tried her hogy as I felt

"Where are you?" I asked

"Who is this?"

"Elvis"

"What time is it?"

"Hammer time?"

"Charley"

"Did you textthis to me?" She was funny

"Check your cell"

I heard a loud, sleepy sigh, so of sheets, then, "It won’t come on"

"Not at all?"

"No What did you do to it?"

"I ate it for breakfast Check the battery compartment"

"Where the hell is that?"

"U oing to punk you, I wouldn’t simply turn off your phone I would pour honey in your hair while you slept Or, you know, so like that"

"That was you?" she asked, appalled

She’d totally fallen for the open- technique of throwing the victiht Cindy Verdean did it for years I was going to tell her the truth eventually, but after what she did to Cindy in retaliation, I changed my mind Cindy’s eyelashes were never the saone Did you take it?"

"Yes Did you go out this evening?"

After another loud sigh, she said, "No Yes I went out for drinks with a colleague"

"Did anyone buosh, this ized, then about five ht over a bottle of wine toI mean, he barely touched me"

"He took your phone, texted ht the wine over" With Reyes’s circle of friends, I was hardly surprised a pickpocket was a them

"I feel so violated"

"About the phone or the honey?"

"You know that whole payback’s-a-bitch thing Hey, you never called o?"

"Oh, it went super" I looked over at Uncle Bob, who sat waiting for a report "Well, that explains that," I said as I closed my phoneto say it again The man is a convicted murderer If you’d seen what he did to his father…" He trailed off, shaking his bed head

I decided to confide in him despite the state of his hair "Uncle Bob, is it possible that the ether "Is that what Farrow told you?"

"Is it possible?" I asked again