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enjoy it.
    My thoughts turned to Bill and Opal as I sat there, drinking my latte and recalling breakfasts and coffee with both of them. For me, it had only been a month and a half since I'd seen them. To them, I'd been gone two years and four months. I could only imagine how upset they might be if I suddenly appeared again, with no prior word and no good excuse for my prolonged absence. Aside from the book and betrayal, that is, which neither of them had anything to do with.
    Well, the coffee shop sold little racks of cards. I knew Bill's office address. Writing a note was the polite thing to do, and maybe he wouldn't be too mad at me. I walked to the counter, bought a handful of blank cards with envelopes and went back to my seat to sort out messages for Bill and Opal.
    * * *
    After delivering the cards, I misted through the alley behind Dom Bell's. I detected no scents there from any of the murders and I was grateful for that. The club wouldn't open until six, and it was four in the afternoon. I misted home and wondered what I might put together for an early dinner.
    * * *
    A spoonful of homemade minestrone was almost to my mouth when Colbi Wayde's image appeared on the news. There she was, dressed in a pale-blue suit, microphone in hand, a malicious gleam in her eye and Hank Bell cornered in the doorway of Dom Bell's.
    "I hear you have a silent business partner," Colbi's voice indicated triumph as she spit the words in Hank's direction. My spoon clattered into my bowl, splashing minestrone on my T-shirt. I barely noticed as I stared at Hank and Colbi in shock. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined things might come to this.
    "Did you have something to do with Breanne Hayworth's disappearance, too?" Colbi asked with false sweetness.
    "Fuck," I muttered before folding space.
    * * *
    "What the hell is this?" Bill stared at the envelopes left on his desk. One was addressed to him, the other to Opal. No last names.
    "Sheila," Bill snapped, bringing his assistant into his office at a run. "Where the hell did these envelopes come from?" He still hadn't touched them—there was no return address and for all he knew, they might be dangerous.
    "Director, I'm the only one who's been inside your office, and those envelopes weren't there when I arrived this morning."
    "But where did they," Bill squinted at the writing. "Sheila, hold my calls for the next half hour, please."
    "Would you like me to leave, Director?"
    "Yes. Thank you, Sheila." Bill waited until his assistant closed his office door before lifting the envelope addressed to him.
    Bill , the note began . I'm so sorry I haven't contacted you sooner. I just couldn't. I'm still really upset and depressed, and I hope everybody who's read that stupid book has a short memory. I worry every time I walk into a store or restaurant, because I'm terrified somebody will recognize me and start asking questions. I hope you understand how painful that would be. Love, Breanne .
    Bill read the note six times before lifting his cell and dialing Opal's number. "Bill?" Opal answered right away.
    "Opal, you have a note in my office from Breanne."
    "I'll be there in half an hour."
    * * *
    Breanne's Journal
    From my position on the inside of Dom Bell's door, I listened while Hank answered hostile questions from a bitchy reporter on the opposite side. Gulping air into my lungs, I worked to forced down the panic attack that threatened to reduce me to a shivering mass.
    I was about to reveal myself to everyone on live television, and it was to save Hank from uncomfortable questions and a potential investigation. Yes, I was transferring his suffering onto my shoulders. It wasn't a fair trade, but I had no desire to see Hank bullied.
    "You can do this," I mumbled, struggling to convince myself. "You can do this, you can do this, you can do this." I gripped the doorknob in my hand and pulled. Hank almost fell over the threshold; he'd been leaning against the door so hard.
    "Hi, honey," I said brightly,