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Thank you.” Rachel hung up, shell-shocked. Jeff had done nothing to explain his reaction or why his sister could help. He seemed as reluctant as Conrad to discuss it over the phone, but Rachel trusted him. He might think he was God’s gift to women, but he was also a good guy, and she knew he’d do anything for a friend.
    Conrad’s truck was in her mom’s driveway when Rachel pulled in. She threw the car in park and bolted to the door, where her mom met her.
    This time, there was no awkward greeting. Rachel wrapped her mom in a brief but fierce hug before following her to the living room. When Conrad stood to greet her, she instantly noticed that he didn’t look like his normal self. His hair had gotten long enough to be slightly disheveled, and he had dark circles under his eyes. Those eyes said he wanted to wrap Rachel in his arms, but he stayed rooted to his spot.
    “Veronica is on her way over. Jeff says she can help us,” Rachel told them, uncertainty in her voice.
    “Who’s Veronica?” Conrad asked.
    “Jeff’s sister. She was my contact for a piece I did on the FBI. When I knew her, she was just the Web content editor. I have no clue how that’s supposed to help us, but Jeff said she was on a plane headed this way and that I should sit tight until she gets here.”
    “And because Jeff said it, you’re just going to do it — no questions asked?” Rosemary put her hands on her hips and scowled at her daughter.
    “Considering he’s our best option at the moment, yes, I’m going to do as he asked. Otherwise, I might make him mad, and then he won’t help us, and we’ll be right back where we started.”
    Rosemary’s voice rose a notch. “I’m not just going to stand around and wait for someone else to go get my kid.”
    Rachel was almost angry enough to remind her mother of their conversation the night before, the one where Rachel had been scoffed at for wanting to meet the boy Julia was dating. But she knew the cruelty of those words would only make things worse. Rachel might not want to be unnecessarily vicious, but that didn’t mean she had any intention of backing down. “Did you find the pictures I asked for? We’re supposed to call Jeff with Julia’s computer login information anyway, so why don’t we ask what else we can do to be productive while we wait? Or would you rather stand here and fight like fools in front of Conrad? Your choice, because I’m feeling kind of bitchy at the moment. I can catfight if you really want to.”
    Rosemary stared hard at her daughter. Rachel folded her arms across her chest and stared back. Conrad sat down. Rachel had the distinct impression he was trying to be invisible, not an easy task for a six-foot-four man.
    Rosemary finally caved. “I’ll go get the pictures.”
    “Thank you. I’ll write down Jeff’s number so you can call him with Julia’s login too.” Rachel jotted down the number on a scrap of paper and handed it to her mother before turning to Conrad. Softening, she said, “And thank you.”
    “Anytime.” He captured her with a painfully tender gaze.
    She flushed. “I’d better go call work,” she said, ripping herself free of his invisible chains. Rachel was on the phone with her office for a while, working out the details for an extended leave of absence if need be. As she hung up, she heard tires crunching on the driveway and peeked out the curtains. The sun was well into its ascent, causing Rachel to squint a little so she could see a black SUV she didn’t recognize pulling alongside her Mustang. Veronica slid out of the passenger seat; Rachel had no clue who the handsomely tousled man behind the driver’s seat was.
    “Is that them?” Rosemary peeked out the window beside Rachel, watching the couple grab several black bags from the back of their vehicle.
    “Something tells me Ronnie doesn’t just edit websites anymore,” Rachel muttered, going to answer the knock at the door.
    The woman standing on her mother’s front