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told you what all these people have in common.”
    “Please tell.”
    “They were all arrested as part of a prostitution sting.”
    My jaw hit the floor. “You’re kidding me.”
    “No, I’m not,” he said with a smile, apparently getting the reaction he was looking for. “After you dropped me off, I decided to do some digging into Bethany’s past. She had worked at a real estate office in another town that’s no longer in business. When I checked into why, I found there had been an investigation into the business for suspected prostitution. These three ladies,” he said, pointing to the names, “were arrested for soliciting, and the two gentlemen on the list were the ones allegedly trying to hire them. There were more involved, but these folks were the only ones who were actually arrested.”
    “Allegedly? Meaning they weren’t convicted?”
    “Nope. The charges were dropped.”
    “Why?”
    “It doesn’t say.”
    “Then we need to find out,” I said. “It just seems in a small town that wouldn’t necessarily be something overlooked. Great work, Tobey. This really could have something to do with Bethany’s murder. If she worked there, maybe she was part of things? Do you have phone numbers, or better yet, addresses for any of these people?”
    “No, but we can find out that information fairly easily.”
    “Then do it. We can try and track them down tomorrow.”
    “OK,” Tobey said.
    “Did Chris tell you about Dirt? I’m assuming Katy told him?”
    “She did and he did. It’s crazy. How do people break out of jail these days?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t know, but the more I think about it the more creeped out I get. I don’t know why he would risk coming here, but what if he does?”
    “You think he really would? Wouldn’t he rather just get the hell out of here and go to some remote place, without extradition to the US? Or at least not come back to the place where he had been a sheriff’s deputy and most people would still recognize him?”
    “That would be the most logical thing to do, but he’s not really all that logical these days. I mean, he did kill a man and just broke out of jail. That’s not rational thought.”
    “Good point.”
    “Do you ever miss politics, Tobey?” I said, changing the subject.
    “Ha!” He snorted. “Not one single bit. My job now might be a little boring at times, but working for Senator Daniels definitely gave me my fill of politics and, more importantly, politicians. It’s just a game I have no desire to play. It’s funny how glamorous and exciting you think something will be in college and then the reality of it is a huge disappointment.”
    “What do you see yourself doing long–term? Are you going to stay at the newspaper?”
    “It works for now, and I know you left here and didn’t look back, but as corny as it sounds, I kind of like it here. Being around my family and friends. After the whole Senator Daniels thing, I was ready for laid back, even boring. And that’s what I’ve got here!”
    “Yeah, I can understand that. Speaking of family, I should get back home. I promised my mom I would help her with a few things. But let’s meet up tomorrow and check out some of Bethany’s co–workers.”
    “OK, tomorrow morning at nine. I should have the information by then.”
    We left, and I took the long way out of town for no other reason than to see what had changed since my last visit a few months ago. Which wasn’t much. I started to turn left on the road that would circle me back around to head in the direction of my parents’ house when something, or rather someone, caught my eye. I slowed down and started to make my turn, luckily no one was behind me or they would probably have been honking at me at this point.
    The person I was looking at was tall, lanky, dark haired, wearing blue jeans and a T–shirt, and standing next to an old Buick LeSabre. His back was to me, but there was a sense of familiarity that struck me when I saw

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