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"rs. Simmons? It's Vicki Nelson calling; the private investigator from Toronto?" She paused and considered how best to present the information. Oh, what the hell. "We've found your husband." "Is he. alive?" "Yes, ma'am, very much so. He's working as an insurance adjuster under the name Tom O'Conner." "Don always works in insurance." "Yes, ma'am, that's how we found him. I've just sent you a package, by courier, containing a copy of everything we've discovered including a number of recent photographs, you should receive it before noon tomorrow. . | Blood Pact Tanya Huff Blood Pact Author Tanya Huff Category Horror Website http motsach.info Date 14-October-2012 Page 1 223 http motsach.info Blood Pact Tanya Huff Chapter One rs. Simmons It s Vicki Nelson calling the private investigator from Toronto She paused and considered how best to present the information. Oh what the hell. We ve found your husband. Is he. alive Yes ma am very much so. He s working as an insurance adjuster under the name Tom O Conner. Don always works in insurance. Yes ma am that s how we found him. I ve just sent you a package by courier containing a copy of everything we ve discovered including a number of recent photographs you should receive it before noon tomorrow. The moment you call me with a positive ID I ll take the information to the police and they can pick him up. The police thought they found him once before in Vancouver but when they went to pick him up he was gone. Well he ll be there this time. Vicki leaned back in her chair shoved her free hand up under the bottom edge of her glasses and scrubbed at her eyes. In eight years with the Metropolitan Toronto Police and nearly two years out on her own she d seen some real SOBs Simmons O Conner ranked right up there with the best of them. Anyone who faked his own death in order to ditch a wife and five kids deserved exactly what he got. My partner s going to talk to him tonight. I think your husband will decide to stay right where he is. The bar was noisy and smoky with tables too small to be useful and chairs too stylized to be comfortable. The beer was overpriced the liquor over-iced and the menu a tarted-up mix of at least three kinds of quasi-ethnic cooking plus the usual grease and carbohydrates. The staff were all young attractive and interchangeable. The clientele were a little older not quite so attractive although they tried desperately hard to camouflage it and just as faceless. It was for the moment the premier poser bar in the city and all the wannabes in Toronto .
