@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 4 Her email came at five o'clock that afternoon. Kent: Here's the plan. I still have Gardenia's post office box number. While there is no guarantee she's still using it, I suggest I send a letter there, telling her you've traced her to Cyrano and want the letters to stop immediately. I'll offer to return her money if she complies—and promise not to tear her hair out for lying to me (about you being her fiancé) in the first place. (That last bit is personal!) So, what do you think? My inbox awaits your reply. Rosie O'Hanlon Kent quickly scribbled a reply. Rosie: Sounds good. Go for it. I'll let you know if it works. In the meantime, I owe you three—count 'em— three meals. If Brace can go to business meetings, surely he can go out to dinner. Vin Santo's at seven sound okay? Kent P.S. I got another letter today. This makes number twelve and the second one this week. Gardenia, it seems, has decided to turn up the heat.
