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the equivalent of the big red A in The Scarlet Letter. Ali’s old house next door no longer had the Do
Not Cross tape over the half-dug hole—the new owners had finally had the sense to take it down—but
the
hole hadn’t been filled yet. Behind the barn were the woods, thick and black and brimming with secrets.
Olivia had told her to take things slow, but moving out of Rosewood was the smartest—and safest—
thing
she could do.
“You there?” Michael’s voice called. Spencer jumped. “There’s a new listing at two twenty-three Perry
Street. It hasn’t even gone on the market yet—the landlord is cleaning and painting—but it’ll probably
go up
on our Web site on Monday. It’s a one-bedroom on the parlor level of a brownstone. I’m looking at the
pictures
right now, and the place looks gorgeous. High ceilings, wood floors, crown molding, an eat-in kitchen,
a back deck, a claw-foot tub. You’d be near the subway and a block from Marc Jacobs. You sound like
you
might be a Marc Jacobs girl.”
“You’re right about that.” Spencer smiled.
“You near a computer?” Michael said. “I can e-mail you some pictures of the place right now.”
“Sure,” Spencer said, giving him her e-mail address. She sprang up and walked to Melissa’s laptop, which
was sitting closed on the desk. In seconds, a new e-mail appeared in her in-box. The attached photos
were
of a quaint brownstone with slate stairs. The apartment had wide oak floors, two bay windows, exposed
brick, marble countertops, and even a little washer and dryer.
“It looks awesome,” Spencer breathed, nearly swooning. “I’m in Philadelphia at the moment, but could I
come to the city on Monday afternoon and check it out?”
She heard a horn honk outside Michael’s window. “That could work, sure,” he said, the hesitation in his
voice practically palpable. “But I’ve gotta warn you. Apartments like this don’t come up very often, and
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