I think you’d better get over here.” “Misty, thank God. I’ve been trying to call Philippa forever, and all I get is her voice mail message. She must have turned her cell phone off. Or she’s not answering for some reason. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you, too. Is everything all right?” “I’m not sure. I uh, went out for a few minutes—next door to talk to Riley at DaVinci’s. Because Flippy said I had to be honest about my feelings, so I confronted Riley and told him how I feel, and he told me he felt the same about me and, guess what, we’re together now.” “I’m happy for you, really happy, but where’s Flippy? I have an important message for her. Write it down and give this information to Flippy and to Director Beckham. We got a call from a bus driver in training who’s been riding the routes, shadowing the regular drivers. When he saw Traci Farris’ picture in the news, he recognized her as a girl he’d seen at the bus stop that Monday night.
