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Chapters (38)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Chapter 1 - Wednesday afternoon, April 6, 1988
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  8. Chapter 4 - Thursday morning, April 7, 1988
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  11. Chapter 7 - Thursday afternoon, April 7, 1988
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9 - WALKER MCNALLY
  14. Chapter 10 - Friday, April 8, 1988
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12 - WALKER MCNALLY
  17. Chapter 13 - Monday, April 11, 1988
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15 - JON CORSO
  20. Chapter 16 - Wednesday, April 13, 1988
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18 - JON CORSO
  23. Chapter 19 - Wednesday afternoon, April 13, 1988
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  26. Chapter 22 - Thursday night, April 14, 1988
  27. Chapter 23 - Friday afternoon, April 15, 1988
  28. Chapter 24 - WALKER MCNALLY
  29. Chapter 25 - Monday, April 18, 1988
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27 - JON CORSO
  32. Chapter 28 - Wednesday afternoon, April 20, 1988
  33. Chapter 29 - WALKER MCNALLY
  34. Chapter 30 - Wednesday evening, April 20, 1988
  35. Chapter 31 - JON CORSO
  36. Chapter 32 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
  37. Chapter 33 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
  38. EPILOGUE

“All this because they were worried the little kid would blab?”

“Why not? I’m just brainstorming here, but it makes sense to me.

Didn’t you tell me Patrick packed the money in a gym bag he tossed on the side of the road?”

“Right.”

“So picture this. They leave Rain asleep in the park. They’ve counted the money so they know it’s all there. Once they get home they discover the bills are lighting up like neon. Either they meant to dump the cash or their intention was to get it out of sight until they felt it was safe to spend. Once the little kid appeared, they decided it was too dangerous to leave the money in that spot.”

“The dead dog’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think? Why not just fill in the hole?”

“They were setting up a cover story to explain what they were doing in the first place. Sure enough, the police exhume the dog and that’s the end of it. No big mystery. Someone’s buried a pet. Might have taken twenty-one years, but it shows you how wily these guys were.”

“ ‘Were’? Nice idea. Like maybe they’re dead or in prison.”

“One can only hope,” he said.

When I got home I decided to let Henry’s suggestions percolate overnight. I’d been overthinking the whole subject and it had only served to confuse instead of enlighten me. Meanwhile, something else had occurred to me. I realized I might have a way to find out if Hale Brandenberg was being honest about Aunt Gin’s sexual orientation. It didn’t matter one way or the other, but I’m a stickler for the truth (unless I’m busy lying to someone at any given moment). There might be evidence at hand.

I went up the spiral stairs to the loft. I have an old trunk at the foot of the bed that I use for storage. I cleared the top and opened the lid, removing neatly folded piles of winter clothing I’d packed away in mothballs. From the bottom I hauled out a shoe box of old photographs that I dumped on the bed. If Aunt Gin had a “special friend” whose existence Hale was trying to conceal, I might find glimpses of her in pictures taken at the time. Aunt Gin had socialized with a number of married couples, but she also had gal pals.