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Chapters (65)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  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
  37. Thirty–four
  38. Thirty–five
  39. Thirty–six
  40. Thirty–seven
  41. Thirty–eight
  42. Thirty–nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty–one
  45. Forty–two
  46. Forty–three
  47. Forty–four
  48. Forty–five
  49. Forty–six
  50. Forty–seven
  51. Forty–eight
  52. Forty–nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty–one
  55. Fifty–two
  56. Fifty–three
  57. Fifty–four
  58. Fifty–five
  59. Fifty–six
  60. Fifty–seven
  61. Author’s Note
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Also by Becky Masterman
  64. About the Author
  65. Newsletter Sign-up

“Well, look, you’ve spoiled the surprise,” Carlo said, though without any apparent hard feelings.

“Where did you get that sketch?”

“There you go with the interrogation again.”

I sat down at the dining room table. If my tote bag had contained diamonds I would not have clutched it more tightly. I patted the space next to me and he complied.

“Not a chance, Perfesser. You’re the one who’s always telling me we should have total honesty between us, right? Why didn’t you bring this out when Gemma-Kate was here and we were talking about In Cold Blood?”

“Of course I expected to tell you the story of its acquisition when I gave you the present. But if I showed it to Gemma-Kate that night you would have seen it, and I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you, would I?”

Well, that was intriguing and made my focus shift momentarily from the folded-up letter on the table to Carlo. “What story?” I asked. “How are you connected to this?”

For the first time since I’d known him, Carlo actually looked uncomfortable. A little bit of a grimace on his face at some disagreeable memory. “Let’s look at the letter first,” he said.

That was what I wanted to do, so I took the letter out of my tote bag, placed it on the table in front of us, and very carefully unfolded it so it wouldn’t tear at the folds. We read together: