Back to work

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n the days that followed, I worked on another client’s case. Though Jeff hadn’t called, I figured they were working hard at finding Leung’s killer. In the meantime, I looked for news of Leung’s funeral on the internet before turning to YouTube. There, I was lucky to find postings from Kanji Yang. In grief, he made announcements for the family and shared the family’s gratitude for the love and support from friends. While researching this, my phone rang.

Richard sounded irritated. Unnerved. “Thena, early this the morning, around two AM, I got a call from an old girlfriend, Valerie Schakowsky. It was too much like Leung’s call the night before she was abducted. I’m afraid someone has taken Valerie too. I need to discuss this with you.”

The news hit me like a cold splash of water. “Did you talk to Valerie? What makes you think she’s been abducted?”

“Valerie sounded strange. Not like I expected. She was drugged, slurring her words. It’s not like her to get drunk, but I couldn’t understa