He knew most of the town, and he still didn’t recognize her voice. The old Fisher house had been for sale and sitting empty for several months. Even if she didn’t have nefarious purposes, it wouldn’t hurt to get a name. “I’m Rebecca Martin. I own this place, and I think… I think… I’m about to pass out.” “Oh.” He couldn’t make out the first half, but he’d caught Martin. That made her the homeowner he was supposed to meet.
