how do you know that?”

“I know,” Jamison replied. “Look, I’m in Metairie right now. But I’m on my way. Don’t touch anything in your room until I look at it. Okay?”

“You won’t have to ask me twice,” Isabella muttered.

“Okay. See you in like twenty minutes.” The call clicked off, and the phone became as useless as it looked.

Isabella picked up the broken phone, glanced up at her windows, and heaved a deep sigh.

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The Eastbank Regional Library was nearly deserted, as near as it was to closing time. Jamison wandered out of the Genealogy section and met Sayeva in the nearby Louisiana Reference stacks.

"I think we've combed through these records three times," Sayeva said.

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