CHAPTER 77

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I twist my body to peep inside, left foot still out the door, "What's that?"

"You listed an aunt on Freedom Street."

"Yes, that's where she lives."

"Lived."

"Lived? That's the last address I had for her. Did she move out or something?"

"I meant lived as in she's no longer alive."

I pull my left foot inside the doorway and, much to Tessa's dismay, plonk myself on to her aquamarine sofa. "No longer alive? As in dead? This doesn't make any sense. I just got a letter from her last year."

"We called the number and her son answered. Apparently, he's the new owner."

"But how? How does someone write you a letter last year and be dead this year?"

"Happens all the time," Tessa replies. "Could be she died days later."

"But he never said anything. This is crazy. How was I supposed to know she died?"

"Listen," Tessa says dismissively. "I have an interview to conduct. We'll straighten your file out after lunch. Check me as soon as you get back. Understood?"

"Sure. No problem, Tessa; er, Miss Baxter."

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