Short Excerpt from Time of Death

If Alex could ever get a damn paper,she’d read the ads. What was happening in the world? Why did their newspaperdisappear every day. Mr. Foley’s son swore he left it every morning. An ideadawned, and she smacked herself in the forehead, then grabbed the phone book. “Mr. Foley, what time does your sondeliver the paper to Isobel Devore?” She’d see what happened to it for herself.“Thanks.”