Missing Justice

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"From the District Attorney's office," Townsend explained.  Ms.

Kincaid, this is Clarissa's sister, Tara Carney."

It was hard to see the resemblance.  My guess is they were both pushing

forty, Tara perhaps a little harder, but they had been different kinds

of years.  Clarissa was a thin frosted blonde who favored pastel suits

and high heels.  Tara's dark brown pageboy framed a round face, and she

looked at ease at least physically in her dark green sweat suit and

sneakers.

She acknowledged me with a nod.  "I called everyone I can think of, and

no one's heard from her today.  This just isn't like her."

"She's never gone out for the day without telling someone?"  Walker

asked.

They both shook their heads in frustration.  "Nothing like this at

all," Townsend said.  "She often runs late at work during the week, we

both do.  But she wouldn't just leave the house like this on the

weekend.  With the dog, for hours?  Something must be wrong."

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