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it’ll be midnight in England. She likes to get her sleep. If I wake her, she’ll think I’m in trouble.”
    Drake was trying to keep Melody from worrying about her mother. Just because she didn’t answer her phone didn’t mean that something had happened to her. However, he wished that she had been home.
    It was another beautiful day in Southern California. They ran close to the water because the sand was firmer where the high tide had packed it down. Drake’s back had loosened up just a hair, and they were moving faster today than they had yesterday. Flocks of seagulls rose into the air as they approached, and sandpipers scooted out of the way.
    They still weren’t close to the other runners. After Grace started them at the bottom of the cliff—Fred had declined to walk down it—the other nine teams quickly ran away from them and eventually disappeared from view. They ran in a posse, as Fred had said, apparently content to stay together for the time being.
    Melody glanced at Drake. “You look a bit more like your old self with the bandage off. Your nose is discolored and swollen, though. I don’t know whether you’ll ever be as beautiful as you were.”
    He had taken the bandage off before they started the run. “I was tired of wearing that damned thing. I felt like a cripple. That’s a luxury I can’t afford now. Just don’t hit me in the nose.”
    “I really appreciate you not quitting. As least we’re abiding by the terms of the letter. I hope it isn’t too hard on you.”
    “I’ll survive. I don’t want anything to happen to your mother. Unfortunately, it’s not a long-term solution. Either of us could twist an ankle at any time and not be able to run at all.” Drake was silent for a minute. “One way to keep my mind off my body is to see what we can deduce. For example, the letter is full of grammatical and spelling errors. It was written by somebody whose English isn’t great. A foreigner.”
    “Be careful how you speak about us foreigners. Or , it could be somebody who wants us to think he’s a foreigner. Did you notice the incongruity? Even with all the errors, the typing itself is perfect.”
    “No typos except the spelling errors, which are consistent. No cross-outs. No evidence that the typist even used that white liquid they use to cover errors. An experienced typist did it, but not necessarily one who knows proper English. And it looks like it’s been typed on a good typewriter, like an IBM Selectric.”
    “You mean the one with the bouncing ball?”
    “Right. Most business offices use them.”
    “He knew where my mum lives.”
    “He knows a lot about you. He’s got connections, whoever he is. He knows where we’re staying. This is not a fly-by-night operation.”
    “What about fingerprints?”
    “Well, yours and mine are all over the letter. Mine are on the envelope, and I even took notes on it. We didn’t exactly follow good evidence procedure. There may be others, but we can’t go to the police.”
    “What did you find out about the messenger?”
    “Not much. Not even sex.”
    “Like yes or no?”
    “Like boy or girl. Whoever it was was apparently young—and nimble. Got away before the desk clerk could note any identifying characteristics.”

    CHAPTER 7
    Drake and Melody decided that if they were going to find out anything, they needed to get better acquainted with the other people associated with Running California. When they arrived at the motel—courtesy of Peaches, who met them, noted their time when they finished the run, and drove them to the motel, all without saying more than five words—the first people they saw were Tom Batson and his running partner, Jerry Kidd.
    Drake invited them to have dinner with Melody and him. They accepted and agreed to meet after Drake had his appointment with a chiropractor. Thirty minutes later Drake returned to the lobby, having showered and changed his clothes. He was able to move a little better—he was becoming