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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  45. Acknowledgements
  46. A note from the publisher
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“How so?” Jack stood up from the chair, his demeanor serious now. “Did she ever mention anything to you?”

“No.” Val looked away. “I was supposed to have dinner with her. She was going to tell me more then, but I found her dead instead.”

“What can you tell me about the other murders? Francine Donohue and Jeanne Coleman. Did Colin have any connections to these other women?” Jack said, his tone softened.

“I don’t know very much about them. If Julia suspected Colin knew them, she never mentioned it to me. Anyway, Dr. Blythe is working on those. You should talk to him.” All Val wanted at this point was to be rid of Jack Styles.

“If I give you my card, do you think that you could give me a call if you remember anything else?” He held the card out to her.

Val took it, and as soon as he was out of the room she tossed it into the trash.

“I told you not to stare. You could have caught flies with how wide your mouth was open,” Gwen said. She was clearly amused with the joke. “You have to admit a guy who looks like that doesn’t walk through the door every day.”

“I wouldn’t have stared if you didn’t set me up,” Val said, fuming.

“I’m sorry. I thought you would think it was funny.”

“Maybe it would have been if he wasn’t such an egotistical bastard.”

“True, but he is good-looking. Just remember I saw him first!” Gwen said. “Anyway, the band starts at nine tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at six and we’ll get something to eat. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

19

Gwen was true to her word. She picked Val up at six the next night.

Avoiding an evening out with Gwen was something Val couldn’t do anymore. Gwen was friendly, personable and liked by many of her coworkers, something Val couldn’t claim. If Val outright blew her off one more time she’d look like a bitch, and then risk becoming labeled as a bitch in office gossip. Val tried to be as anonymous as possible in the medical examiner’s office. Having Gwen hate her, turning into an enemy, would be far worse and definitely much more dangerous than hanging out and socializing for a few hours. An enemy wouldn’t hesitate to get her fired—a friend maybe not.

Val concocted and stowed a plausible excuse for how she knew Oliver Solaris just in case. If she needed to resort to this, it was ready to go.