I saw a shine of white-blond hair in the sunshine, and my heart nearly stopped. It took a moment for my brain to register the full image. Between Melinda and Watson’s shoulders, I saw Jenny LaMont smiling her broad, movie-starlet smile. She wore a long, elegant coat patterned with the brand of an insanely expensive fashion house; her blond hair was perfectly arranged into a flow of gold over one shoulder. Besides a bit of paleness, there was no indication she’d had anything but a good ...