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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  45. Acknowledgements
  46. A note from the publisher
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“We broke up. She found someone else.” Blythe’s response came out sharp. It was obvious that Lauren’s brush-off hadn’t sat well with him. Thomas decided to continue the interrogation, ignoring the looks from Gavin. He had Blythe right where he wanted him.

“She found Colin Turner, didn’t she?” Thomas’s words were to the point.

“I have no idea who she found after me.” Blythe again appeared completely surprised.

“Lauren tells us she met Colin at your convention. You left Lauren alone and Julia had gone to bed early. Lauren went to the bar and met Colin.”

“I didn’t know any of this!” Blythe just stared at the two of them, his mouth open.

Gavin tried to grab Thomas by his arm to escort him out, but couldn’t quite manage it before Thomas spoke again.

“Lauren left you for Colin and Julia was checking over your shoulder. Now, let’s see, what happens next? Julia is killed. Colin’s in jail, and Lauren loses half her face to an infection. What brilliant payback you must feel.”

“How dare you!” Phillip Blythe jumped up. “I’m not listening to any more of this crap.” He stormed to the door, yelling at Gavin, “The next time you want to talk to me it will be through my lawyer. I’m not through with you yet, Mitch, coming in here with this shit! How dare you! Just wait until I’m through talking to your supervisor: you’ll be writing parking tickets for a living by the time I’m done.” And with that Blythe walked out of the office, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the hinges.

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“I thought that meeting with Dr. Blythe went well,” Jack said to Thomas. The tone was tongue-in-cheek. He sat back on the couch in their hotel room and kicked off his shoes.

“I’ll have to agree. It wasn’t all that bad,” Thomas added in dry sarcasm. He opened a bottle of scotch and poured a drink for Jack and himself. He knew what happened with Dr. Blythe wasn’t good and hoped the alcohol might help dull the pain. That was his best suspect and any hope of questioning Blythe again, or really even investigating him further, especially without any concrete evidence, was gone. He shook his head as he handed Jack the glass. “I thought we had him back there.”

“We had our one chance, we jumped, and we fell flat on our faces. It happens. We were overconfident.” Jack motioned towards a large envelope Thomas was holding, an envelope that was waiting for them when they arrived back at the hotel. “What’s in there?”