IT actually took us a bit over an hour, because after we’d checked out of the motel and loaded our bags and gone into the restaurant, Janine, the waitress Tolliver had entertained the afternoon before, dragged her feet serving us. She’d glare at me, try to touch him—a performance both obvious and painful. Did she think I was forcing my brother to stay with me, dragging Tolliver all around the United States in my wake? Did she imagine that if I relaxed my grip on him, he’d stay here in Sarne and get a job at the grocery store, make her an honest woman?

Sometimes I teased him about his conquests, but this wasn’t one of those times. His cheeks were flushed when we left, and he didn’t say a word as we drove to Paul Edwards’s downtown office. It was housed in an old home right off the town square, a home which had been painted in lime green and light blue, a whimsical combination I’m sure the original builders would have deplored. Paul Edwards was fitting into the image Sarne was trying to sell the tourists, that of a fun-house antique town with something interesting around every corner.

Tolliver said, “I’ll wait in the car.”

I’d assumed the lawyer would have left the check in an envelope at the reception desk, but Edwards himself came out when I told his secretary my name. He shook my hand while the parched and dyed blonde watched his every move with fascination. I could see why. Paul Edwards was a man with charm.

He ushered me back into his office.

“What can I do for you?” I asked reluctantly. I was ready to go. I sat in the leather visitor’s chair, while he leaned against the edge of his huge desk.

“You’re a remarkable woman,” he said, shaking his head at the phenomenon of my remarkableness. I didn’t know whether to laugh sardonically or blush. In the end, I raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and waited for his next move.

“In one day, you’ve made a tremendous difference in the lives of two of my clients.”

“How would that be?”

“Helen Hopkins is grateful that her Teenie’s body has been found. Now she can have closure. And Sybil Teague is so relieved that poor Dell won’t be the victim of these foolish and false accusations people have been making since Teenie’s disappearance.”

I digested this silently, wondering what he really wanted to say to me.

“If you’re going to be in Sarne for a while, I was hoping for the chance to take you out to dinner and find out more about you,” Paul Edwards said. I looked at his good suit and white shirt, his gleaming shoes. His hair was groomed and well-cut, his shave had been close, and his brown eyes were glowing with sincerity.