The DangerFrank Pagliacci was still alive. How? "Might I see his letter?"
Anastasia took a letter from several she had marking the place and handed it to me.
The writing seemed different from the false note which started me on Frank Pagliacci's path. It was a man's heavy hand, yet a fine one, showing education and skill at writing. I handed the note back to her. "Thank you."
"Was this information helpful?"
"Very." But it felt surreal. Frank Pagliacci ... still alive? "Where does he live?"
She handed me an envelope. "I send letters to his box at the post office on Market Center."
Not much help there. "What does the man look like?"
Color rose in her cheeks. "He's quite handsome, that one. A charmer. About your age, tall, with brown hair." She paused, then shook her head. "But I can't
