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Jack I got home just before seven, with a slight headache throbbing behind my temples. I’d spent too many hours staring at a screen, and my eyes felt dry and gritty. I opened the door and found Phoenix kicked back on the couch, with a remote in his hand. The frown on his face didn’t seem to jibe with the action-comedy on the large television screen. “Hey,” I said, as I loosened my tie. “Hey,” he grumbled back. “What’s wrong?” He lifted his wrist and checked the time on his watch. “Robyn’s not back.” I pulled off my shoes and curled my toes into the carpet. “I wasn’t aware she had a curfew.” His frown deepened. “She went to River Street Park.” That got my attention. I straightened with my shoes still in hand. “Why would she want to go there?” Phoenix hunched a little. “She