A Lacey Summers' PI Novel
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She nodded, so I went
through my usual spiel for the tape: “It’s Monday morning, April 18th. New
client Patti Jones is about to explain her problem. State your name, address
and phone numbers slowly and clearly for the tape, please.”
“Sure. I’m Patti Jones.
I’m 25 and have my own interior design business in Chicago.” She rattled off
her address, the address of her business and various phone numbers.
I explained my rates
and she waved them aside as though money details were of no importance to her. “I
can pay you, don’t worry about that.” Pulling out a checkbook, she wrote a
check for my retainer and laid it on my desk, saying, “I just need someone to
believe me and help me find Agnes. She just has to be okay!”
I tucked her check in
my purse. “What makes you think she isn’t?”
Again her lip trembled
and she bit down on it to control it. “She told me to meet her for dinner Saturday
night at a hotel in the Twin Cities. We were going shopping at Maplewood Mall
afterward. We often do that, meet somewhere, I mean. She likes to get away from
this little burg and spend a weekend in a hotel once in a while. Sometimes we
go shopping, sometimes we see a play or a movie, or go to the symphony.”
“I see. But this time
she didn’t meet you there?”
Patti shook her head. “No.
And she never showed up at her hotel, either. She’d made reservations for both of
us. I kept calling her cell phone, but she didn’t answer. Nor did she cancel
her reservation or answer my emails. Something is very wrong, I just know it.”
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