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I mentally banged my face against the steering wheel. Expressions of implicit and unshakeable confidence are a lot nicer when you’ve got something to work with. Otherwise, it’s the high road to disappointing your friends.
‘What would Nancy Drew do,’ I muttered.
Jay shook his head. ‘No good. Being fictional, Nancy Drew always had a convenient lead.’
‘How do you know?’
‘I may have read some of them.’
‘Uh huh?’
‘Or a lot of them.’
I grinned. ‘I knew there was a reason why I liked you.’
‘Hopefully there are one or two more.’
‘We can discuss that some other time.’
‘I look forward to it.’
‘All right, what would Poirot do? He didn’t need leads. He just needed to think.’
Jay made a show of consulting the watch he didn’t wear. ‘Right. Some people work best under pressure, so I’m givi
