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“Molly, I told you, if you’d just
screen your calls—”
“Let me finish, Jeff,” she insisted.
“The woman left a message on Rachel’s answering machine today. I
heard it. She threatened Rachel. The same woman called Angela and
Kay shortly before they were killed. I’m beginning to think Kay’s
death wasn’t an accident. She could have been murdered. Have you
stopped to consider all the deaths and accidents and tragedies this
one little block has experienced lately? You should have heard
Lynette last night accusing me of stirring up some kind of hornet’s
nest of bad luck for everyone here on Willow Tree
Court.”
“You can’t take what she said
seriously.”
“I know it’s not me or bad luck that’s
making all these horrible things happen lately. I think it’s the
work of this demented woman on the telephone—I think she may be
responsible for everything from Erin’s smashed pumpkin to
Courtney’s car wreck. I need to tell this to the police—before
someone else is hurt or killed. . . .”