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“What do you make of that?” he asked Sophie when he was done.
    She frowned. “It’s her writing, and part of it sounds like her, but...something isn’t right.”
    â€œWhat’s that about Mr. Wonderful?” Emma asked. “Did Lauren mention seeing anyone when you talked to her last?”
    â€œThat’s the part that bothers me most,” Sophie said.
    â€œSo she wasn’t seeing anyone?” Carmen asked.
    â€œMaybe she met someone after the last time you talked,” Rand said.
    â€œIt’s not that,” Sophie said. “It’s the choice of words—Mr. Wonderful. She and I had this joke—whenever one of us went out with some guy who was full of himself, we called him Mr. Wonderful. As in he thought he was Mr. Wonderful and women should be falling all over him.” They’d had a lot of laughs over that, sisterly love erasing the pain and awkwardness of bad dates they’d each endured.
    â€œSo you only used those words sarcastically,” Carmen said.
    â€œExactly. And the next part—‘you know how happy that makes me.’ It sounds like she’s telling me how unhappy she is.” Pain squeezed her chest at the thought.
    Rand pulled out the chair beside her and sat. “So you think the message is a code?” he asked.
    â€œI guess you could call it that.” She studied the letter again, as if she might suddenly see some hidden message that hadn’t yet revealed itself.
    â€œAnd you’re sure this is her handwriting, not simply a good forgery?” Graham moved closer to stand over the table.
    â€œHow would a forger know about our Mr. Wonderful joke?” Sophie asked.
    â€œShe’s right,” Emma said. “Most people would say something like ‘I’ve met Mr. Right.’ Or ‘I’ve met a great guy.’”
    â€œWhat about her ex?” Rand asked. “He’d know her handwriting, and he’d know about the ‘Mr. Wonderful’ phrase, though maybe he took it literally and didn’t realize it was an inside joke.”
    â€œHave you spoken to Phil?” Sophie asked.
    â€œNot yet,” Rand said. “We telephoned his number and left a message, but we haven’t heard anything.” The ex didn’t seem a likely suspect in the disappearance of a wife who’d given him the divorce he wanted and was paying him support.
    â€œMaybe someone forced Lauren to write this note,” Carmen said.
    â€œSomeone who knew where you’d be this afternoon,” Rand said.
    â€œDo you think someone’s been following me?” she asked. The thought sent a chill through her, and she hugged her arms across her stomach.
    â€œI haven’t noticed anyone,” Rand said. “I think I would have.”
    She nodded. He’d always seemed alert and aware of things going on around them. “If they weren’t following me, how did they—whoever they are—know that I was here? Did they just see my car out front and take advantage of the opportunity?”
    â€œEven if they guessed you might come to the park because your sister disappeared here, they’re taking a chance, driving around hoping to spot you,” Carmen said.
    â€œThey didn’t necessarily have to physically tail you.” Graham looked thoughtful. “Not if they can track you electronically.”
    â€œWhat is he talking about?” Sophie asked Rand.
    Rand’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “He’s talking about a tracking device on your car.” He stood and she rose also and followed him, along with the others, out to the parking lot. He dropped to the ground and rolled over on his back and slid under the bumper. A moment later he emerged, a box about the size of a packet of cigarettes in his hand.
    Sophie stared at the box, on which two lights blinked green. “That’s a tracking device?”
    â€œIt has GPS.” He turned the