The number wasn’t one I recognized, but the area code was all too familiar. I wanted it to be a wrong number, but that would be too easy. No way a call from a thousand miles away could conveniently be a wrong number. Not when it was the same area code I’d hoped never to receive a call from again as long as I lived.
With my heart in my throat, I dialed my voicemail, and I wasn’t prepared for the words that followed:
“I’m hoping I have the right number and have reached Meredith Whitley. Meredith, this is Anthony Raymond from the district attorney’s office. I need you to give me a call back as soon as possible at the following number.”
My mouth went dry. I ended the call without writing down the number—it matched the one on my missed calls list—and stared at the screen.
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