Chapters (46)
- Books by Hilary Davidson
- Author’s Note
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- EPILOGUE
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Read an Excerpt From the Second Book in the Lily Moore Series, The Next One to Fall
On Saturday morning I veered away from Lenox’s main street, walking along beautiful boulevards of redbrick Federalist-style houses. Jesse had parked in the center of town. I’d told him I had a couple of places I wanted to see, and he didn’t ask what. It was unlike him, but we were both raw from our fight the night before. Jesse was being oddly courteous. “Take care, now,” he’d said when I walked away. For some reason, I felt bereft without his meddling. I turned around and saw that he was behind me, but some distance away, and I didn’t look back after that.
When I found a small sign that read CURTIS HERROLD, D.D.S. my heart thudded heavily in my chest. The dentist had been odd on the phone, but it wasn’t just that. Lying awake in my motel bed, I’d remembered a fragment of my conversation with Mavis. I’d asked her about Trina’s boyfriend, and she’d said, His name was Curt. Trina said he was creepy but he had a lot of money. Could it be the dentist? I’d wanted to race out of bed and tell Bruxton. Instead, I’d eventually fallen sleep and missed him; Bruxton had gone out early with his friend Noyes to talk to Brenda Collins’s drug-dealing brother.
Herrold’s house was a three-story structure with a large, gabled verandah and a mansard roof; it appeared to be both home and office. At the door I rang the bell and heard it echoing through the house. One thing that wouldn’t stop niggling at me was the fact that Herrold had stopped sending past-due payment notices to Claudia after September. What did he know that the rest of us didn’t?
The man who answered the door was in his early fifties, with a large round head that had a few tendrils of ashy hair scraped over the top. He was an inch or two taller than me, with a belly that made his shirt gape as it sloshed over his belt. A small white dog nipped at his slippers. “Get back there, kiddo,” he said in a jolly voice.
“Cute dog.” I knelt so that I could pet her.
“Thank you. She’s always into everything.” His smile lifted his jowls slightly and revealed perfect teeth. When I stood, his grin vanished. “Do… do I know you?”
I introduced myself. “We never met in person, but we spoke on the phone. You said Claudia owed you money.”
“Oh, I… I just wrote that off. I never… I never thought you’d come all this way… I mean, it was just a couple of cavities I filled. It was no big deal.”
“That’s nice of you. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”