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I'm not complaining," Betty said. "And someone has to keep this shop running or there won't be money for trips to go anywhere!"
    "You get an extra day at the beach while we rummage in the dust when we get to California."
    "That could be two years from now, Sadie," Lucy said. "That doesn't seem fair."
    Sadie got up and gathered up the napkins and the pizza box and tossed them in the recycling bin in the alley. Betty was dividing up the wine when she came back in.
    "It's not fair," Sadie said, referring to Lucy's last comment, "but I can't think what to do instead. A special dinner?"
    "How about a visit to Vatican City?" Betty asked. "I'd like that."
    "You got it," Sadie said. "Vatican City here we come. You'll have to figure out what we should see before we get there."
    "Absolutely, I will." Betty grinned. "You won't have to ask me twice."
    She slipped her shoes back on. "I'm heading home, and I'll be back in the morning." She hugged the other women, grabbed her purse and jacket and skipped out the front door.
    "Betty sure is happy," Lucy said, gathering up her purse and jacket.
    "Betty is the best," Sadie said. "Nothing gets her down, and she works like a demon." Sadie walked Lucy to the door and locked it after her.
    "Come on Mr. Bradshaw, let's go upstairs."
    Mr. Bradshaw came out from under the table and shook all over before trotting up the stairs to their apartment with Sadie coming up behind him.
    The next morning found Lucy and Sadie back at the registrar’s office of the college with Mr. Bradshaw making friends with the administrative assistants. The woman behind the counter didn't even protest this time around, just took the name and came back with a phone number and address. Sadie thanked her, made Mr. Bradshaw say goodbye and the three headed back out to the car.
    "This is just like chasing breadcrumbs," Sadie said. "A little clue here, a hint there. Hopefully, we'll eventually hit the jackpot."
    "Perseverance is everything," Lucy said. "We just need to keep at it. Have you heard anything about Justin? Have they charged him?"
    "I haven't heard," Sadie said.
    "But who knows? There could be enough circumstantial evidence to take him to trial. I saw the pictures he had of Sylvia in his apartment. It's pretty creepy. If they didn't have those, I'd be over at Steve Ryan's lock-up kicking up a fuss. But I don't know how to explain the pictures. Either he had a serious crush or something creepy is going on."
    She shuddered. "I'd be freaked out if someone had that many photos of me."
    "I'm sure he'll tell you why when he gets let out," Lucy said. "He tells you everything. I swear he talks to you more than he talks to his own mother."
    "I'm not as judgmental as his mother." Sadie shrugged again. "I mean, if my mom treated me like that, I probably wouldn't talk to her either."
    "Are we going back to the sorority house?" Lucy asked, looking around as they turned up a familiar street.
    "No, it's not the same address," Sadie said. "But you're right, it's the same neighborhood."
    They pulled up and stopped at a house just across the alley from the sorority house. They could see the upper stories over the little ranch where Samantha lived.
    "Maybe they ran out of room at the main house and created an annex," Lucy said.
    "There's only one way to find out." Sadie grabbed Mr. B's leash and slid out of the car with the terrier at her side.
    "Let's find out if she's home." Lucy knocked and Sadie rang the bell, but no one answered.
    "We could sit on the step and wait," Lucy said.
    "We could," Sadie started, but then Mr. Bradshaw gave a bark and ran to a gate in the fence that surrounded the backyard. Sadie reeled him in and knocked at the gate.
    "Is anyone in there?" she called out.
    A sleepy looking redhead came to the gate and peered through the ornamental cutouts. "Who are you?" she asked.
    "Sadie Barnett and Lucy Shylock," Sadie said.
    Mr. B barked. "Oh and my dog, Mr. Bradshaw."
    "You've got a dog?"
    The gate swung open and the