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probably both. But I know one of her relatives … and I have to start somewhere.”
    George chuckled along with her and then sat quietly as he listened to her lay out the details of the case.
    “It’s clear she loves her stepfather, so she’s afraid to confront him. The trust is not in dispute. He doesn’t have a leg to stand on. The house is hers.” Hollis checked her notes. “Should I try to get an injunction against the siblings to stop harassing her?”
    “You wouldn’t be able to get one without some kind of proof.” He frowned. “If she has a land line, she can check with the phone company, or if it’s a cellphone, her service provider. They might be able to report missed calls. Also, this isn’t a landlord/tenant issue. There never was a lease or other residency agreement. This is a trespassing matter, and that makes it a lot easier to deal with.”
    Hollis scribbled a note. “Okay, I’ll talk to her about that. Next, I’ll see about getting the house listed. I’m hoping when her stepfather sees the sign go up in the yard and realizes she has an attorney, he’ll back off.”
    “Maybe.” George peered at her over his glasses. “Keep me informed. Oh, and tell your friend he has a job in the mailroom.”
    A smile leapt to Hollis’ face. “Oh, thank you, George.”
    George held up his hand. “He’ll be on probation to start with. He has to prove himself.”
    Hollis nodded and quickly backed out of his office so he couldn’t change his mind.

 
    Chapter 6
    “H ello, fellow Fallen Angels, welcome back.” Hollis came from around the large conference table to give each member a hug. “I can’t believe how glad I am to see you guys.”
    Gene and Hollis had confirmed the attendance of each Fallen Angel for a meeting at the club’s old location in the San Lucian Library.
    “I can’t get over it.” Miller Thornton glanced around the room. Pulling out a chair from the table, he added, “It’s been over a year and nothing has changed. The library still looks the same.” Miller’s hair was a little grayer and his hairline a little higher; other than that, at forty-five he still had the same youthful face.
    Gene Donovan walked slowly around the room, examining the photos of historical Northern California that lined the wall. “Miller, what are you talking about? None of this was here. Not one of these pictures. And the furniture is all new. Remember how we had to set up our own table and chairs?”
    Miller frowned. “Really? Hmm …. Still, some of this stuff looks familiar.”
    Richard sucked on his teeth—an annoying habit she remembered well—and rocked back in his chair. “Probably because you’re a librarian. All libraries must look the same to you.” He rose to his feet to give Gene and Miller pats on the back. “It’s good to see you two.”
    “How did you know I worked in a library? Oh, yeah. I guess we don’t have to hide our identities anymore.” Miller pulled out a small sheet of turquoise colored origami paper from his shirt pocket and started folding it into a tiny crane.
    Gene turned to Hollis with a pleased look.
    “You look good, Ms. Morgan,” he said, swirling an index finger about her hair. “New haircut, new style, even a new briefcase. Being an attorney must agree with you.”
    She performed a fake curtsy. “Why, thank you, Mr. Donovan. You look pretty good yourself. In fact everybody seems to have weathered the last year well.”
    “Everybody except Jeffrey.” Richard stopped doodling and raised the cap off his bald head.
    There was a momentary silence.
    Miller stopped folding. “Is Rena coming?”
    The door burst open.
    “Hi, everyone, it’s so good to see you all again.” Rena entered the room and flopped into the closest chair. She wore an ankle-length camel coat and a maroon cashmere scarf that was doubled into a large knot around her shoulders. She held up her hand. “I know, Gene, I’m late.”
    As she unwound the scarf, Hollis caught a whiff of