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Hannah. And...?” Holloway asked, looking at Dallas.

      Dallas offered Bentley Holloway his hand. “Dallas Samson.”

      “You’re a cop, huh?” Holloway asked.

      “Agent—Federal,” Dallas said.

      “Oh. I saw you out in the alley this morning. How come the Feds are on a local murder case?”

      “Oh, there aren’t many of us in the office down here,” Dallas said. “We step in wherever we might be needed.”

      “Liam is a good detective,” Holloway said defensively.

      “The best. He’s a friend,” Dallas said. “Okay if we come in and ask you for some help?”

      “Help? Hell, I wish I could,” Holloway said. “But sure, come on in.”

      The door opened right into the living room. Dallas quickly noted that it was filled with plain furniture that looked as if it had come from the mix and match department at the Salvation Army, but he’d spruced it up nicely. The walls were decorated with watercolors of various scenes of Key life: sailboats in the harbor, kids playing on a beach and also an arresting picture of the local lighthouse. At first glance, it sure as hell didn’t appear that he was living the high life.

      “Sit down, sit down,” Holloway said. “You want lemonade? Iced tea? Something stronger?”

      “Sure, I’d love iced tea or lemonade—anything you have handy,” Dallas told him.

      He sensed that Hannah was surprised that he’d accepted the offer, but he wanted to see as much of the house as he could without a warrant. There was no reason in particular to be suspicious of Holloway. He was just suspicious of everyone, and he was pretty sure Rodriguez had cut through Holloway’s yard after he was attacked.

      Which meant the killer had probably come through, too.

      “Make yourself at home—have a seat,” Holloway said, heading toward the kitchen.

      But Dallas didn’t sit; he followed Holloway, with Hannah at his heels.

      “Great place,” Dallas said.

      The house wasn’t as old as Hannah’s. Originally built in the shotgun style, you could see straight through from front door to back door as one room opened straight into the next. It was obvious that over the years—and with the advent of electricity and air-conditioning—the house had been enlarged. Now additional rooms branched off to either side.

      They walked through the dining room to get to the kitchen, but Dallas noticed that there were doors leading off both sides of the dining room.

      “Yeah, thanks. I inherited it. Property values down here are killer now. I’ve had a lot of friends sell out, move up to the center of the state then wish they were back here, only they can’t afford it. Key West kind of gets in your blood. I’ll never let this place go,” Holloway said. “It was originally built by my however-many-greats grandfather around 1875.”

      “Nice,” Dallas said. “Really nice.”

      The dining room, furnished with a table that sat eight, a cupboard and a buffet, had seascapes on the walls.

      The kitchen had been remodeled. There was a granite island in the center, with four stools around it, pots and pans hanging from the overhead rafters and brand-new appliances.

      Holloway stopped when he got there and looked around as if surprised he had been followed. Dallas stopped so short that Hannah crashed into him.

      She steadied herself with her hands on his back.

      He was startled to discover that he liked her touch.

      “I love old houses,” he told Holloway.

      “Yeah? Well, then Key West is the place to be. People tend to think of South Florida as a twentieth-century invention. Not down here. We’ve got some of the richest history in the nation—and one of the largest concentrations of old Victorians anywhere,” Holloway said proudly.

      Dallas nodded. “I actually grew up here.”

      “No kidding?” Holloway asked.

      “No kidding. I left when I was sixteen. I’ve gotten back every chance I could since, though.”

      “You living here now?” Holloway asked.

      “I’m assigned here for now, yes.” Dallas nodded.

      “Oh, right. You’re a Fed. You could wind up anywhere,” Holloway said.

      He took lemonade from the refrigerator and glasses from the cupboard. When the glasses were filled, he indicated that they might as well take a seat at the granite island.

      “So what can I do for you?” he asked. He looked at Hannah with a frown, as if wondering what she was doing there.

      “I wanted to ask you what you saw this morning, Mr. Holloway,” Dallas said.

      “Bentley—just call me Bentley. We’re still casual down here,” Holloway said with a smile. “What did I see? A bunch of crime scene tape.”

      “You didn’t see or hear anything before you came out and the police were already on the scene?” Dallas asked.

      “Sorry. I was sleeping. I woke up when I heard the ruckus out back. Went on out to watch. I wish I could help. I really do,” Holloway said.

      “Bentley, you can help,” Hannah said, speaking up with a smile. “I’m pretty sure after the man was attacked he stumbled through your yard into mine. They’ve searched my property and the alley. Would you mind if they searched your yard, too?”

      Before the man could answer, Hannah touched his arm. “I know it’s an intrusion. But I’d be grateful. I found him, Bentley. I can’t tell you how that felt...to bend down and see him there, dead. Please?”

      Holloway stared down into Hannah’s beseeching turquoise eyes.

      Dallas was sure he couldn’t have refused her or remained unmoved.

      Holloway shook his head ruefully and looked at Dallas. “Since Hannah asked...go ahead. Look wherever you need to look.”

      “Thank you,” Dallas said. He wondered how she’d known the scenario the cops had settled on. It was almost as if she’d known what happened when Rodriguez was killed.

      “Thank you, Bentley,” she said, smiling. “You’ll help put my mind to rest.”

      Dallas swallowed the last of his lemonade. “I’ll step outside, then, and let the techs know to get started.”

      Leaving the two of them in the kitchen, he went outside and walked half a block toward Duval, then turned around and retraced his steps. He tried to envision what had happened—and where.

      He moved slowly, checking for signs of blood on both the sidewalk and the grass.

      He knew he wasn’t going to find anything like the kind of high velocity spatter a bullet created. According to Dirk, Rodriguez’s jugular had been nicked, leading to a fatal loss of blood.

      But Rodriguez had cut his attacker, as well.

      He gave up searching for blood drops and walked through the yard. If Rodriguez had crashed through the hedge, he should be able to see where.

      The door to the house opened, and Hannah came out. He paused. He should thank her. She had gotten him the clearance he needed to examine Holloway’s property without a warrant. If there was evidence he had to find it now, and getting a warrant would take time.

      “Here’s my theory. I think he came from the street...that way,” she said, and pointed to the right. She wasn’t looking at him as she approached. “He heard his attacker coming up behind him. He was with a group of new...friends, but they took off when he was attacked from behind. He got away and ended up here. Somewhere along the way he drew

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