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      “Then don’t worry so much,” she said quietly. “I understand, John. Something in you died with Sandra, just as something in me died with the death of my marriage. Sometimes I feel there’s too much pain from the past to risk the same in the future.”

      He shot her a glance. “Wow, we’re perfect for each other, aren’t we?”

      She gave him a sad smile. “We both want solitude. I feel as if my comfort zone has been depleted. Even when I feel a strong desire to be a part of someone’s life again—”

      “You also feel a need to withdraw?” he said.

      “Sometimes.”

      He flipped the turn signal. “Your friendship has been a happy constant in my life since I first arrived in Jolly Mill. I could be mistaken, but it doesn’t seem as if either of us has had a lot of that solitude lately.”

      She leaned back in her seat, surprised that she hadn’t acknowledged that herself.

      Was it time to put some distance between them, despite her growing attraction? She couldn’t bear to be the cause of another devastation in his life. What if someone managed to get to her, even after all John’s efforts?

      “I didn’t mention it in front of Mom yesterday,” she said, searching for a change of subject, “but when Dodge and I moved here from Kansas City, it was so I could help take care of her. He once casually remarked that if Mom died we’d never have to work again.”

      John sucked in his breath.

      “That broke the emotional ties I had with him. It was when I discovered he wasn’t the person I believed him to be. I just didn’t do anything about it until I had legal reason.”

      “Anything else he said that would lead you to believe he’d threaten your life for money?”

      “Nothing he ever did or said implied he would threaten my life, John. Sure, he likes money. He doesn’t like work. During the divorce proceedings he did ask for a piece of the inheritance he knew Mom would receive, even though his own attorney rolled his eyes at that.”

      “You didn’t mention that yesterday.”

      “I’ve tried so hard for so long to forget about his involvement in my life, these things slipped my mind. My father was the one who told Dodge about the money. Neither Mom nor I ever mentioned the extent of Uncle Lawson’s personal finances because it was no one’s business.”

      “Do you think Dodge remained in the area because he thought he might still get a grab at the money?”

      “You mean by threatening my life? I might not be the best judge of human nature—obviously I’m not—but I can’t bring myself to believe Dodge would spend this much of his life in the ‘backwater’ town, as he calls Cassville, just on the off chance that he might be able to swindle or threaten Mom into giving him money. Why not start robbing banks?”

      “I need to know everything you know about Dodge, or about who else might have a reason to hurt you. This isn’t gossip. It’s self-preservation.”

      “All I can think of right now is that I walked in on him with another woman. I’d already heard from too many people about his affairs, and I was sick of it.”

      “So that’s when you filed?”

      “That’s right.”

      “Will it disturb you to learn that I discovered this morning that he’s snagged himself another woman—a neurologist who works in Joplin?”

      “Why should it? He always did want to trade up financially. That leaves him even less likely to be the culprit. But it also means we might not catch him alone this morning.”

      “Not we. I. I might not catch him alone.” John wrapped his Bluetooth earpiece around his ear. “You’re not coming in with me.”

      “I know. You might not even catch him awake. It’s early yet, and unless Dodge has changed, he sleeps late on his days off.”

      “I’ve already checked his schedule with the hospital, and he’s off today.” John glanced over at her. “Someday you’ll have to tell me about your father.”

      Lynley stared out the window at the winter scenery, the patches of snow that were quickly melting. “He, too, had women.” She paused. “He attempted to kill Mom with mercury in the air vent to make it look as if she developed premature Alzheimer’s. And, like Dodge, he always attempted to seduce upwardly mobile women. Some desperate women with money could be generous to younger, attractive men.”

      “How did you know about all this?”

      “Small town, lots of big mouths, though he tried hard to keep Mom from knowing. After all, he knew she would inherit, and he didn’t want a divorce before that happened.”

      John slowed the SUV nearly to a stop in front of Lynley’s former home. An older blue Ford was parked in front of a two-car garage. They sat and stared at it for a long, tense moment.

      “There are a lot of blue cars on the road,” she said.

      “Did he have this when you divorced?”

      “No. He had the pickup truck, silver. Maybe we should’ve brought Mrs. Drews so she could identify it.”

      “Take a picture with your cell, then link us up.” He made a U-turn and parked beneath the bare overhanging branches of a maple tree. He situated them just right so Lynley couldn’t be seen from the house. “Just sit and listen.”

      Lynley sighed. “Having one’s life threatened can be so confining.”

      “You’ll adapt.” He paused, adjusting the sound on his earpiece. “You know, tastes can mature over time.”

      She screwed up her face as she tried to follow his subject change, but he’d lost her. “What?”

      “You think you’d still be attracted to a man like Dodge?”

      “Absolutely not, no way, never in a million years.”

      He chuckled. “See what I mean? Tastes change.”

      “I didn’t take the time to get to know Dodge. I think I found myself drawn to him because he was the opposite of my father—or so I thought. Not physically appealing to other women. Little did I know what some women would go for.”

      “I’m sorry you had to find out about him the way you did.”

      “The problem was that I never had any deep conversations with him,” Lynley said. “He was an extrovert, liked to be around a lot of people all the time. I thought that would be good for me, but it meant we weren’t alone much when we were dating. You and I have had more deep conversations in one month than he and I had throughout our whole marriage. He was smart enough, he just wasn’t a deep thinker.”

      “I’m a deep thinker?”

      “Most certainly. We talk about more than the weather, and you don’t try to make small talk because you’re uncomfortable with the silence, or afraid I’m mad at you for some reason if I’m quiet for more than five minutes.”

      “Sounds as if Dodge had a guilty conscience.”

      “Too bad I figured that out after the wedding.”

      John studied the house. “Hey, did you say you painted the trim?”

      She turned, at last, to view the house she’d tried so hard to make a home. And had failed. The antique brick, deep green Victorian trim that matched the fence, the landscaping she’d worked so hard to grow. It didn’t appear Dodge had done anything to keep it up. Old, brown vines covered half the house number, and leaves beneath the trees were at least four inches deep. “I built the backyard privacy fence myself.”

      He whistled. “You do good work. Too bad nobody bothered with upkeep.”

      “Yeah,

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