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given his name as Glenn Jerome and said he lived in Safe Harbor, but she couldn’t find any records under that name. He also claimed to be twenty-five, and that he’d dropped out of college to pursue his dream of becoming a rock singer. Very romantic, but why couldn’t she find any music videos of his?
    The client’s daughter, Judi, sounded very naive in her emails. She wrote about her plans to become a physical therapist, her volunteer work at a local hospital and her hopes of finding Mr. Right. While she’d had the sense not to give out her home address and phone number, data like that was easy to come by.
    In the photo he’d sent, Glenn had cropped blond hair—not very rock-star-like, to Patty’s way of thinking—and a sly smile. No way to tell when it had been shot, and of course it might not be him at all. Judi had sent a high-school picture that showed a friendly round face. He’d asked for something more personal, So I cn see how pretty u r all ovr.
    She’d stalled, saying you never knew where images might end up, and also declined his request to switch to text messages. Glenn hadn’t been too happy about that, or about not being able to call her cell phone, but he’d given in.
    It all seemed a little strange, Patty reflected as she found a parking spot with a clear view of the restaurant’s entrance. If the Finnegans would just sit down and talk to their daughter,they might be able to clear up the whole business and send this guy packing. But then Fact Hunter Investigations would be minus one paying client.
    It wasn’t only liars and cheats that kept detectives in business. It was also people who had no idea how to communicate with their loved ones.
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    F IONA CHEWED HER CHICKEN sandwich slowly, her little face scrunched in deep thought. Well, deep thought for a four-year-old. Why couldn’t she enjoy her lunch and the gorgeous view from their condo’s balcony? Below the bluffs, colorful umbrellas dotted a pristine beach. Gulls wheeled, sailboats skimmed the sea and sunbathers worked on their tans despite the cool ocean air. Alec’s daughter ignored them all.
    â€œDaddy, a person could eat a chocolate bar for dinner if she really wanted to, couldn’t she?” she said plaintively, revisiting the topic that had obsessed her for the past two days.
    â€œHoney, no sane person would make a meal out of anything that unhealthy.” Realizing his words might come back to haunt him, he amended that to, “Patty’s a detective. I’m sure there are times when she’s stuck on a job and has to stave off hunger pangs. She only eats them out of necessity.”
    â€œI get hunger pangs,” his daughter responded.
    Alec wondered what would happen if he allowed Fiona to try dining on chocolate bars one night until her teeth hurt. That might cure her. Or backfire. Worst case: his ex-wife could find out and use it against him.
    â€œIf you’re hungry, eat your corn and peas,” he said with what he considered irrefutable logic.
    â€œI’m cold,” Fiona countered.
    The sea breeze was chilly, and while eating outside ought to be a fun experience, the endless rumble of the surf threatened to drown their voices. “Okay.” Alec slid open the door,scooped up their plates and his glass and led the way inside. Fiona trailed him with the silverware and her spill-proof cup.
    Tatum was frying a couple of eggs in the kitchen, which lay open to the informal dining area and large living room. “Too cold?”
    â€œYou got that right.”
    â€œSmells scrummy!” That was Fiona’s word for scrumptious and yummy.
    â€œWant some eggs?” the nanny asked.
    â€œYes, please!” Fiona set her load on the center island and ran to the woman who’d anchored her life for the past two years.
    â€œIt’s your day off,” Alec reminded Tatum.
    â€œI don’t mind.” She gave the little girl