Roxy frowned and looked at Josie. “Actually, I haven’t.” She looked back down at the phone book, a small edge of triumph yelling inside her as she found Edward Cardell. She memorized the address, then placed the phone book back on the shelf and looked at the clock on the wall.
It was five-thirty. Why hadn’t she heard from Steve by now? Surely he’d been to Edward Cardell’s place and had learned something.
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