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I returned the directories to the shelf and then crossed to the section where the telephone directories were lined up I pulled the current Santa Teresa phone book and looked in the S’s, running down the listings until I came to "Sanchez, P F" His telephone number was the same, as was his address on Zarina Avenue Where the heck was that?

I walked back to my office, sat down at my desk, and hauled out my Thomas Guide to Santa Teresa and Perdido Counties Zarina Avenue was actually in Perdido County, one of half a dozen streets that forrid in the tiny coastal town of Puerto, a naer Puerto Polvoriento, which was then shortened to P Pol and froraphy I’d hoped to feel better informed, which in some ways I was What puzzled me nohy ain Horton Ravine, a good fifteen miles north There must have been so of the dog’s grave at such a remove

I put my feet up on the desk, leaned back in h to Cheney Phillips at the PD After two rings he picked up and when I identified myself, I could hear the smile in his voice "Hey, kid I hope you didn’t take offense at ie exhumation"

"You know h wasn’t buried in that hole," I said "I’m sorry about the waste of manpower I owe you one"

"If I had a dollar for every lead that didn’t pan out, I’d be rich Anyway, I’m the one who referred the kid to you in the first place so it’s not like you cooked this up on your own"

"I do feel for hi"

"He’ll survive," Cheney said

"So what’s the story on Diana Sutton?"

There was a pause "Refresh my memory"

"Sorry I should have said Diana Alvarez"

"The reporter? What about her?"