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About the Author
R. Franklin James grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and graduated from the University of California at Berkeley. In 2013, The Fallen Angels Book Club, the first book in the Hollis Morgan Mystery Series, was released. Her second book in the series, Sticks & Stones, was released in May 2014. James is married with two sons and resides in Northern California. For more information, go to www.rfranklinjames.com.
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Hollis was still smiling to herself as she waited in the police station lobby for Silva to call her back into his office. To make sure she was on time, she had driven straight there from Berkeley. Silva came to the double glass doors and waved her into a long hallway. They entered an interview room and sat across from each other.
Silva handed her a computerized report. "Your contact list."
"Thank you." She put the pages in her tote. "What were you able to find out?"
"This is an ongoing investigation, and I can't discuss details, but we agree with you that there may be something to the message," he said in a flat voice, his hands folded together on the table.
A shudder went through Hollis.
"Ah … what kind of something? I mean, am I in danger?"
"Is there a reason why you should be?"
Hollis was starting to feel irritated. She wasn't willing to play guessing games with Robocop. "No, there isn't. Look, did you find out anything or not?"
His demeanor relaxed. "You're right. I'll cut to the chase." He picked up a pad of paper and read his notes. "Seven numbers were flagged in our screening net. Four belonged to your book club members, two are from phones with current service, and one is from a toss-away phone."
She blinked. "Wow, that's pretty good for just twenty-four hours."
"Maybe you won't have to write us off after all." He wasn't smiling, but his eyes had a teasing gleam. He looked at his notes. "Here's where it gets tedious. We're still going to follow up with all screened calls, but the toss-away we can't do much about. We're just going to have to wait for him to contact you again." He glanced up when he heard her stifle a groan.
Hollis grinned sheepishly. "I just dread the thought of getting another one of these messages."
Silva paused, assessing her. "Unfortunately, unless you do, or until we discover a victim, there is little more we can do here. This whole thing could be something completely innocent."
She shrugged. "All right then, I guess I won't take up any more of your time."
"At this point all we can do is wait."
"Great." Hollis stood by the door and looked at him glumly. "Wait for a murder."