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windshield wiper. It
contained a note that their auto service would be billed for the tow.
    Zoe was leaning against the
passenger side door of the Honda when the generic brown car with two men in the
front seat rolled to a stop behind her neighbor’s MINI Cooper parked on the
other side of the street a few houses away.
    She stood for a few moments,
looking down into Jack’s car. Was it only this morning that she’d looked into
the car, wondering about Jack? So much had happened and she only had more
questions. Zoe sighed in frustration. She wanted to know what had happened to
Jack.
    The police or highway patrol or
whoever she’d spoken to this morning—she was a little fuzzy on who exactly had
been in charge—had obviously released Jack’s car and allowed the tow truck
driver to return it to his home instead of impounding it, but from all those
questions that Sato had asked, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before the
FBI might want to look at it, too. The gnawing in her stomach kicked up another
notch.
    As she opened the car door, her
neighbor with the blonde pageboy who always wore yoga pants and tank tops drove
by in her MINI. She tooted the horn and waved. Zoe waved back. She had no idea
what the woman’s name was, but they waved to each other when their paths
crossed. Zoe glanced at the four-door brown car that had been parked behind her
neighbor, but didn’t think anything of it because she was focused on picking up
the phone and the rest of the things that had fallen on the floorboard.
    She sat down in the passenger seat
with the door open. She hit the display on Jack’s phone. He’d made several
calls yesterday morning. Nothing since noon yesterday. He had one missed call
between then and now. There was also a voice message from the same number as
the missed call. She tried to log into his voicemail, but didn’t know his code,
so she dialed the number.
    “Dental Associates, how may I help
you?”
    “Sorry, wrong number,” Zoe said
and hung up. She looked through the rest of the phone’s screens, but couldn’t
find anything that she thought was important, so she turned her attention to
the car.
    From the floorboard, she picked up
three napkins and some playing cards. She went through the console and the
glove compartment, but apart from a few gas receipts, sunglasses, and the
normal detritus of maps and phone chargers, she didn’t find anything that
helped her figure out what had happened yesterday. She sighed and moved over to
the driver’s seat to pull the car into the garage, using the spare key that was
still on her key ring. She turned off the car, then picked up the sunglasses by
one earpiece and twirled them around. They had reflective lenses and she never
could see his eyes when he wore them. Feeling at a loss, she stuck them on top
of her head, which, for some reason, made her feel slightly better. She
gathered the phone and bits of paper and went inside.
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    Dallas
    Wednesday, 3:50 p.m.
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    FORTY-FIVE minutes later, Mort
elbowed Sato. “There she is.”
    Sato struggled up from his
slouched position and blinked rapidly, trying not to look as though he’d
drifted off.
    It was easy to recognize Zoe
Hunter, even from a distance, because of her red hair. She walked briskly down
the driveway, stopped at the mailbox, which was located near the street in a
bed of geraniums, and deposited several letters. Then she crossed to the house
directly opposite hers, where she unlocked the front door and disappeared
inside. Sato looked at Mort.
    Mort shrugged. Sato’s hand inched
up to the ignition key, but before he could start the car, Zoe emerged with a
small white dog on a leash. She set off down the street with the dog pulling at
her arm. Mort said, “She won’t go far. If we follow her, we’ll stand out.
Better to wait here.”
    Sato frowned, but transferred his
hand to the steering wheel. They watched her turn the corner at the far end of
the