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Chapters (36)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE

An hour passed pleasantly, and I realized how much I missed having dinner with other people. I wished Sean and Laura, my children, weren’t so far away. But most of all, of course, I wished Jackie and Aunt Dottie could sit at the table with us, too.

Even Azalea’s chocolate turtle cheesecake couldn’t tempt Julia to stay for dessert. She looked much better now than when she had first arrived, but she was still tired and ready to go home for some rest.

I waved away any offers to help clear the table and set to work while Justin saw his mother out.

He stepped into the kitchen long enough to thank me again, and Diesel followed him upstairs when he said he had to get back to studying.

I took my time in the kitchen, doing my best to keep my mind off Godfrey’s death and Ezra’s terminal illness. It all seemed too much somehow, and I needed a mental break.

Finished at last, I turned off the lights downstairs and headed up to my bedroom.

After brushing my teeth and changing into my pajamas, I climbed into bed. Diesel was absent, no doubt still with Justin. He would appear eventually to claim his share—and more—of my bed.

I reached for Godfrey’s book and got comfortable. I read twenty pages or so before putting the book aside. The heroine wasn’t a particularly likable person, and I remembered that was another aspect of Godfrey’s books that had always bothered me. There was a strain of misogyny in the books that made me uncomfortable. For all the women Godfrey had apparently married and romanced, he didn’t seem to like women very much.

Still not ready to turn off the light and go to sleep, I retrieved my library book. Reading nonfiction would be a good way to cleanse my palate, I decided.

At some point I must have nodded off, book on my chest, because when Diesel jumped on the bed, I came to with a jerk. The book slid off me, and I yawned. While Diesel made himself comfortable, I put the book on the nightstand, turned off the light, and settled down to sleep.

TWENTY

TWENTY

The next morning, as I unlocked the door to the archive office a little after eight, I thought about Godfrey Priest. Only two days ago he walked in here, very much the Godfrey I knew in my youth, self-involved and full of life, and less than twelve hours later he was dead. I never liked him, but he didn’t deserve to be murdered.

Diesel couldn’t wait to investigate those intriguing boxes, and he sniffed around them while I got comfortable in my chair and turned on the computer.