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58

Fleeced

It didnt take long for Jack to pack his things in the hotel room. He dialed Regans number on his cell phone. It rang three times before she picked up.

Hey there, he said after she picked up.

Jack. Hi. Regans voice sounded relieved.

Whats the matter?

Where do I start? Well, lets see. Someone came into the apartment last night when I was sleeping. They ran away when they realized I was here.

Jacks hand squeezed the phone tightly. I had a bad feeling about that place.

And now Im pretty convinced that Nat Pemrod was murdered.

Im on my way back, Jack told her.

You are? Regans voice lightened.

Ive finished here. And I found out something that might just add to the troubles at that club. A guy named Thorn Darlington, who heads the most famous butler school in England, is planning to open a school in New York. He doesnt take kindly to anyone who tries to compete with his business.

Oh, great, Regan said. Maldwin will be thrilled to hear the news.

Theyre getting more information on him for me. In the meantime, be careful around there.

Regan smiled. She hadnt told him the special significance that expression had for her. Shed wait till he got back. I will. And I have other stories for you that you wouldnt believe. Yesterday really took the cake. This morning the Settlers Club and all its woes are splashed on the front page of the New York World.

Jack sighed. Im really glad Im coming back tonight.

Me too. You know we have the clubs anniversary party.

Save me a dance.

Regan laughed. A lot of Lydias singles will be here. Im sure the women will make a beeline for you.

Thanks but no thanks. Ill tell them my dance card is full.

The maid knocked on Jacks door, then a half a second later, flung it open. Oh, hello, love, she said.

It sounds like your dance card is already full, Regan said.

Very funny. Ill see you tonight.

Regan turned off her phone and smiled. Clara came up behind her. Was that your boyfriend? she asked.

Yes, Regan said, although shed never called him that.

Ya know, youve got the same look on your face that Nat got when he talked about Wendy.

Oh, great, Regan thought. Lets hope I dont end up dead.


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