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husband had purchased, things like dimensions of rooms, floor and cabinet materials, and the amenities
in
the building—a pet groomer, an indoor Olympic-length swimming pool, and an Elizabeth Arden salon.
Clipped to the front of the file was a business card. Michael Hutchins, Real Estate.
Michael, our Realtor, could find you something really special, Olivia had said at dinner.
Spencer looked around the room, assessing its contents. All the furniture, from her four-poster bed to
her
antique writing desk to the mahogany armoire and Chippendale vanity table, was hers. She’d inherited it
from her great-aunt Millicent—apparently she didn’t have the same animosity toward adopted children.
Of
course she’d have to take her clothes, shoes, bags, and collection of books, too. It would probably fit in a
UHaul.
She could even drive the thing herself if she had to.
Her phone buzzed, and Spencer flinched. She eagerly reached for it, hoping Andrew was calling to make
up,
but when she saw it was a text from Caller Unknown, her heart plummeted to the floor.
Dear <strong>Little</strong> Miss Spencer-Whatever-Your-Name-Is,
Shouldn’t you know by now what happens if you don’t listen to me? I’ll use small words this time, so
even
you’ll understand. Either give Long-Lost Mommy a rest and keep searching for what really happened…or
pay my price. How does disappearing forever sound?—A
<strong>Killer</strong>
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JUST LIKE OLD TIMES…
Later that night, after swimming practice ended, Emily slid into her favorite booth at Applebee’s, the
one
with the old-fashioned tandem bicycle suspended from the ceiling and the colorful license plates on the
walls. Her sister Carolyn, Gemma Curran, and Lanie Iler—two other Rosewood Day swimmers—piled in
beside