Cady scooted her chair closer to Mack’s so that she could get a better view of the list of numbers and names that he had written on a sheet of paper. “Why are you interested in them?” “These are the numbers that she had entered into the speed dial feature. I figure they’re the ones that she called the most often.” “Makes sense.” “Most are members of the family. Your number is on here.” He tapped it with the tip of a pen. “So is her lawyer’s and her doctor’s. There is also a number for a woman named Hattie Woods in San Francisco.” Cady smiled. “Hattie?” “Know her?” “Sure. I remember her very well, although I haven’t seen her since last year’s Carnival Night. She’s been a client of Chatelaine’s since forever. One of the first major accounts. Vesta always handled her personally, even after she retired.” “What does Hattie Woods collect?” “Eighteenth-and nineteenth-century clocks. I used to love to visit her when I was a kid. I couldn’t wait for all the clocks to strike the hour at the same time.
