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She frowned slightly in concentration, but gave no suggestion that the names meant anything at all to her. Still, Joel noticed her tapping the business card against her other hand until she tucked it into the pocket of the windbreaker she was wearing. Was her anxiety level increasing? he wondered.
“Katrina was the only child of Spiro Kostakis,” he clarified. “George’s great-uncle, and patriarch of the Kostakis clan in Grosse Point. George said there’d been a granddaughter—Elena—who’d disappeared from the family home when she was only three. Spirited away, apparently,” Joel added, “by her father, one Eddie Hughes—Katrina’s husband and Elena’s father.”
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The van swung right onto a gravel road, jolting him from his brief philosophical interlude. Joel swore, reminding himself to stay alert. He’d found himself drifting off into these dreamlike states too often over the past year, ever since Trish had walked out on him for the last time, taking Ben with her. This time they hadn’t even gone through the pretense of a marriage counselor. Joel had signed the papers without any protest, especially when Trish had agreed to let him have six-year-old Ben for one weekend a month and three weeks in the summer.
Access to his son had been the only dispute in their divorce, and Joel knew, given the uncertainties of his job, that he couldn’t and shouldn’t ask for more. As it was, he’d had to constantly juggle his schedule. But for once, Trish was willing to be flexible, letting him shift weekends when necessary.
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