I THOUGHT ABOUT BUYING a burner phone myself, maybe as another form of sisterhood with Lisa Morneau. But then I decided it might actually be liberating to be off the grid for a little while, even if it meant Lisa wouldn’t be able to reach me if she tried again before Darcy gave me my own phone back.
For the next few hours the only people who’d know where I was would be the ones following me, if I was still being followed, and Dr. Susan Silverman, when I showed up in Cambridge for my one o’clock appointment.
It was another January day the color of cement, the sky once again appearing to be full of snow. Lisa had now been on the move and off the grid for over a week. More likely than not, if she were still able to elude the people she said wanted to kill her, she was on the move again.
I decided to walk for a little while to try to clear my head.
I took Tremont to Columbus to Seaver Street and passed Southwest Corridor Park. I kept hearing the message she had left on a constant loop inside my head. Since she’d called me, it meant somebody had given her my number and told her I was looking for her. It could only have been Callie or Laura or Kourtney with a K.
When I finally tired of walking aimlessly, having made it all the way to the Franklin Park Zoo, I managed to hail a cab.
“Where to?” the driver said.
“Not entirely sure,” I said.
“It will slow the whole process down if you make me guess,” he said.
I still had plenty of time before I planned to drive over to Susan Silverman’s office, so I told him to take me to River Street Place.
When I got there, Bradley Cooper was sitting on my front step, grinning at me.