“So she called Manny White and arranged for Warren to be killed.”

Evan was looking at his feet and shaking his head.

“And when the two of you were married and you signed that will . . .”

“Where is the will?” Evan asked.

Stone got up, went inside, got the will from his pocket, came back to the porch and handed Evan the envelope.

Evan stared at it but said nothing.

“I know how hard this is,” Stone said.

“No, you don’t,” Evan snapped. “I wish you’d never told me this. I would rather have . . .” He trailed off.

“You’d rather have remained fat, dumb and happy and let her have you killed?”

“It would have been easier,” Evan said.

“No, it wouldn’t have. You’d have figured it out eventually, but with that shooter still in Key West, he might have gotten to you before you did.”

“She couldn’t have done this,” Evan said.

“Evan, how many people knew where you were having your wedding lunch today?” Dino asked.

Evan thought about it. “Just the people at the table and the JP,” he replied.

“And whose idea was it to have the lunch at the Marquesa restaurant?”

“Gigi’s.”

“And who chose the table by the Simonton Street window?”

“Gigi,” he replied.

“I think you’ve just narrowed the list of suspects,” Stone said. Evan tore the will into small pieces.

“I’m afraid the will doesn’t matter anymore,” Stone said.

“Why not?” Evan asked.

“Because there’s a marriage certificate. The JP would have fi led it, and you’ll be mailed a copy. Under Florida law, she stands to inherit everything you have.”

“I just can’t believe this,” Evan said, shaking his head.

“If not for Annika’s move toward you at lunch, Gigi would now be a very rich widow.”

“Can you prove all of this?” Evan asked.

“No,” Stone said.

“If you’re right, this guy is just going to keep coming after me, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“What should I do?”

“First, let me find you a Key West attorney and file for an annulment.”

“How long will that take?”

“I don’t know, perhaps several weeks.”

“And what am I going to do for that time?” Evan asked.

“Well, for a start,” Stone said, “don’t consummate the marriage.”

“What else?”

“Only one person can connect Gigi to the shooting today,” Stone said. “So we’ve got to find a way to persuade Manny White to tell us everything.”

“How are you going to do that?” Evan asked.

“I don’t know,” Stone said, “but you can’t go back to your cottage. We’re going to have to move you to someplace safer.”

Tommy spoke up. “My department has a little house we use to stash witnesses sometimes,” he said. “I could take him there.”

“Where’s Gigi at the moment?” Stone asked Evan.

“She went for a walk.”