“Because Sharon Lamber dumped you?” Huck asked. “Or because she was brutally murdered?”

“Both.” The doctor clucked his tongue. He shrugged, looking charming again. “I cared very much for her, but I do understand her desire to give her marriage another try. The rejection hurt more than I expected, and then she was killed. Needless to say, I was having trouble concentrating at work, so I headed up to my cabin to gather my thoughts and read.” He leaned forward. “Some Orwell, some Kierkegaard, and some Steve Berry.”

Huck drew a photograph from his file folder. “Did you know Sharon set up a camera in her bedroom?”

Dr. Keyes jerked and looked down at the picture that showed the two of them engaged in sex. “Holy—No.” He looked closer. “Where was the camera?”

“Based on the angle, it was located in the small bookcase by the door,” Laurel said, picturing the room in her mind. “It wasn’t present when we searched. Do you have any idea where it might be?”

“No.” He pushed the picture away. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t let these get out. How unseemly.” Then he turned to his lawyer. “Can we get all of those?”

“No,” Huck answered for the man. “Not during an active investigation. Did you know that Sharon was having relations with multiple men?”

The doctor sighed. “No, but it doesn’t surprise me. She was carefree and curious, and she had an abundance of energy and life inside her. I don’t think she ever meant to settle down with anybody, even her husband.” He looked again at Laurel. “I considered her unique. Now I can see that I was wrong.”

Laurel didn’t smile this time. It was time to change tactics. “I think she rejected you and that infuriated you. That you became almost as angry as you were when Christine Franklin stole the job you wanted.”

He reared back at the attack. “I was happy for Christine.”

“So she’s smarter than you? Or just a better leader?” Laurel pressed.

His smile was slow. “She’s neither, but what are you going to do? She’s a woman, and the hospital needed one in a leadership role. Sometimes life is that simple.”

“Do you have a problem with women in leadership roles?” Laurel asked.

Huck snickered, playing along. “Does that turn you soft, doc?”

The lawyer slapped his hand on the table. “We’re here voluntarily. Insult my client again, and we leave.”

Laurel pressed on. “So far, I have three dead in my case. You screwed one of them, and one of them screwed you over. Another, Dr. Charlene Rox, had privileges at your hospital, so no doubt you knew her.” She leaned toward him then, giving him the full force of the dual-colored eyes he found so fascinating. “Those three dead women share one basic commonality. You.”

“Can anybody verify you were at your cabin these last few days?” Huck asked.