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It was dark when Margot got off work that night. As she headed home, she promised herself that one day soon she’d tell Dr. Harris she just couldn’t do any more overtime. Her body couldn’t handle it, and the stress was going to give her a heart attack.
But what if she needed the money? What if Becky’s kidnapper wrote and demanded ransom? What if Detective Drisklay decided the case had grown cold and gave up and Margot had no choice but to hire a private investigator?
What if ... what if ... what if ...?
And so she kept on working extra hours, earning money she had no idea what to do with. Set up a reward? Without a daughter to care for, without anyone else in her life, Margot wound up with money left over at the end of each month. For once since the divorce, she didn’t have to p
