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shoulder-length black hair came into the reception area. “I’m Sheila McCoy,” she said. “I was Gary’s editor—” She caught herself, then added, “I guess I should start calling him Matt Glover. I hope nothing’s happened to him?”
    Nancy introduced herself and assured Sheila McCoy that he was fine. “How long had he worked for you?” Nancy asked as the editor led her, Bess, and George back to her desk in the newsroom.
    â€œAbout a year. He came with excellent references from a paper in Iowa City. He was a good reporter, and I’ll miss him. They don’t grow on trees, you know.”
    She opened a file and took out a cutting. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen any reporter with a better memory for detail. Here, this is a copy of one of the first stories he did for the Clarion. It’s about a local entrepreneur—kind of a rags-to-riches story.”
    Nancy glanced at the article with the Gary Page byline but didn’t notice anything special about it. “What about his past?” she asked, looking up from the article. “Did Gary Page ever talk about his family or background?”
    Sheila shook her head. “No,” she said. “He was very private. To say that he kept to himself would be an understatement.”
    Pulling Bess’s photo from her purse, Nancy asked Sheila if it was a good likeness of Gary Page. This time Sheila’s eyes narrowed. “What’s this all about, anyway?” she asked.
    â€œWe’re, uh, working on an article for our local paper,” Nancy lied. “Matt Glover’s a real human-interest story back in River Heights— that’s where we’re from.”
    The smile returned to Sheila’s face. “Well, good luck,” she told them. “Great shot,” she added after studying the picture. “Looks just like him.”
    â€œMay I keep this?” Nancy asked, holding up the article.
    â€œSure.” Sheila shook hands with them. “Say hello to Gary—I mean, Matt, for me.”
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    â€œNow we have all the proof we need,” Bess said, stirring her hot cocoa. After they’d left the Clarion, they had decided to stop at a diner for something to eat and drink before making the drive back to River Heights.
    â€œHold on,” Nancy said. “We need to find out a lot more.” She took a sip of her cocoa and stared out the window next to their booth. “All Sheila McCoy told us was that the man in the snapshot was the man she knew as Gary Page. That doesn’t mean the guy is really Matt Glover.”
    â€œWell, at least he told the truth when he said he’d worked at the Clarion,” George said. She was flipping through the jukebox selections at their table.
    Nancy pulled out the article the newspaper editor had given her and skimmed through it. It was dated a little over a year earlier and was about some man who had once been a gardener for a private estate. He had opened up a landscape gardening business in downtown Chicago and had become very successful.
    â€œIt’s very well written,” said Bess, reading over her shoulder.
    There was a picture of the man, Jake Loomis,but since it was a photocopy, the picture was a blur. Nothing about the article was helpful, and Nancy folded it and put it back in her jacket pocket.
    â€œYou know,” George said, “that woman said something funny—about Gary Page being a loner.”
    Nancy nodded. “I was wondering about that, too. I mean, what kind of guy never mentions anything about his background during a whole year? Sheila McCoy saw him practically every day, but she says she knows nothing about him.”
    â€œSomebody might act like that if he planned to vanish,” George proposed, downing the last of her cocoa. “A man who planned to impersonate someone who was dead wouldn’t want people to know anything about