For the next twenty minutes, Ellie asked questions, everything from the names of Barbara’s closest friends to her activities, both as an individual and with her husband. She made a few notes on her phone.

“What about sports?” Ellie asked.

“Barb played golf and tennis. She was a really good tennis player. And skiing. She loved the winter as long as she could spend some time on the slopes. She was a pretty good athlete all around.”

“Barbara liked to snow ski?” Ellie asked, picking up on the only possible link between the two women so far.

“Yes. We skied every winter. I didn’t go the last couple of years. The company was expanding. I had too much to do.”

On the sofa beside her, Kade’s tall frame shifted forward. “So Barbara went skiing alone?”

“With her friends, yes. Why?”

“My wife often went skiing with her girlfriends. Like you, I was too busy working.”

The unspoken question hung in the air. Bryan held Kade’s stare, then glanced away. He took a deep breath. “You think my wife was cheating.” It was more a statement than a question.

“Mine was, and it’s not an easy thing for a man to admit.”

“No, it isn’t,” Bryan agreed. “Truth is, it’s possible. We were fighting a lot toward the end. I wasn’t giving her as much time as she wanted. I began to suspect something was going on, but I didn’t know for sure. Now it doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe it does,” Ellie said. “Heather Logan’s been dead eight years, but your wife’s murder is recent. We’re going to focus on her death, see if we can find out who killed her. If we find him, there’s a chance we’ll also find the man who killed Kade’s wife.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Kade added. “Get justice for your wife and for mine.”

Bryan swallowed. The glint of tears appeared in his eyes. He blinked, and it was gone.

Kade rose. Ellie stood, and so did Bryan. “One last question,” she said. “You mentioned Barbara loved to ski. There are lots of places to ski near Denver. Was there any place she preferred?”

“Barbara liked Aspen. Breckenridge is a little closer, but Vail was her favorite, and she had friends there. Tom and Judy Springer. Their names are on your list.”

Ellie’s gaze locked with Kade’s. “Thank you again for your time, Bryan, and for being so honest.”

“If there’s anything else I can tell you, please call. I want this man found as much as you do.” He stuck out his hand. Kade gripped it, and a look passed between the two men.

Ellie led the way out of the office. Kade put on his Stetson and followed. They didn’t speak until they reached the car and were settled inside, out of the blustery cold.