“Her good friend says Lucie was texting with some guy she met on a dating app. They could have met up at the party at Baker Beach.”
    “Okay, I’ll be there. Larissa will drive. Text me the details.”
    I end my call with my cousin and dial Larissa.
“Am I interrupting your dinner?” I ask apologetically when she answers.
“We just finished.”
“Good. Well I hope you still want to go to Berkeley tomorrow because I think we should go.” I fill her in on the party details.
“I’ll pick you up at the library at 5.”
“Thanks.” Then I tell her about my realization that there might be evidence at Baker Beach.
“There’s nowhere to make any kind of mark there. Unless...

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