THE NEXT MORNING JULIE showered, changed into an Indian print skirt and camel gauze blouse then brushed her hair back into a ponytail. She touched her face up with a little makeup, applying a shimmery cherry-colored gloss to her lips. Humming some silly, romantic tune, she reached into the top drawer of her dresser and retrieved a pair of socks. She felt wonderful after a dreamless night’s sleep and hoped nothing would happen today to spoil the mood.
Vince was due to pick her about around eleven, and they would go to the Scott’s. What would they uncover today? Would they at last find the details they would need to find Tommy? Or would each piece of evidence have to be painstakingly extracted from an unknown number of objects, if at all?
Pushing those thoughts aside for now, Julie slipped
