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code. Nothing. “You don’t have automatic callback?”

      “No,” she admitted. “I didn’t think it was necessary when I got my phone service.”

      “Order it, and the next time someone calls and hangs up, get the phone number.”

      She wrinkled her forehead. “You think it would be a good idea for me to return the call?”

      “No! Give the phone number to me and I’ll take care of it.” When he saw the worry in her eyes, Troy wondered if he’d frightened her. “Will you do that?”