“Stephano was sleeping again. Those bothersome young men in matching dark suits had left their street, and the neighbors had stopped calling with their nosy questions. The gossip over bridge had returned to more normal topics. Her husband was relaxed.She was sleeping soundly when the phone rang at 5:30 A.M. She grabbed it from the night table. “Hello.”A stout, firm voice said, “Jack Stephano, please.”“Who’s calling?” she demanded. Jack was moving under the covers.“Hamilton Jaynes, FBI,” came the... reply.And she said, “Oh my God!” She placed a hand over the receiver. “Jack, it’s the FBI again.”Jack turned on a light, glanced at the clock, took the phone. “Who is it?”“Good morning, Jack. This is Hamilton Jaynes. Hate to call so early.”“Then don’t.”“Just wanted you to know that we’ve got the girl, Eva Miranda, in custody. She’s safe and secure, so you boys can call off your dogs.”Stephano swung his feet out of the bed and stood next to the table.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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