Deadly Deceptions

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‘maybe’?”
    â€œShe’s the wife, Moje. She and Alex haven’t been getting along lately. She’s automatically a suspect.”
    I dealt with another jolt of adrenaline. Yanked open the front door of the guesthouse and went in. “You mean a person of interest.”
    â€œThat’s a bullshit, politically correct term for suspect, ” Jolie told me.
    â€œYou don’t think she could actually have done this?” I challenged, furious because the possibility, so readily dismissed before, suddenly seemed more viable.
    â€œWhat do we really know about Greer?” Jolie asked reasonably. “She’s a stranger, remember? And she’s being blackmailed—she told us that herself—so it’s safe to assume we might find some nasty surprises if we went poking around in her background.”
    â€œShe’s our sister, ” I argued.
    â€œThat doesn’t mean she isn’t a killer,” Jolie pointed out.
    â€œShe wouldn’t!”
    â€œWouldn’t she?”
    â€œJolie, stop. You know better than to think Greer— Greer— is some kind of monster!”
    â€œChill, Moje. I’ll be there in half an hour. We can talk more then.”
    She hung up.
    I hung up.
    I flung the phone onto the couch and nearly hit Justin Braydaven, who must have blipped in while I was pacing and ranting at Jolie.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” I asked.
    â€œI don’t know,” he said. “I just thought about you, and here I was.”
    I stopped. I’d meant to look Justin up on Google, find out how he’d died, but I’d been too busy. No time like the present, I thought. Greer wasn’t home, the police hadn’t arrived and Jolie was still thirty minutes out. I went to the computer, a laptop I’d borrowed from Jolie since my desktop was still at the apartment, and logged on. There was the daily threatening e-mail from my ex-husband’s girlfriend, Tiffany, who had been riding with Nick the night he died. She’d been thrown through the windshield and permanently maimed, and for some mysterious Tiffany reason, she blamed me for her disfigurement.
    I tucked the message into the Death Threat file and forgot about it.
    â€œMy mom isn’t doing too well,” Justin said.
    I looked back at him over one shoulder. “Are there any other kids in the family?” I asked hopefully.
    Justin shook his head. “Just me and old Pepper,” he said sadly, “and he’s about on his last legs. Poor old dog. If I died six years ago, that means he’s almost fourteen. When he goes, I don’t know what Mom will do.”
    I went to the Google page and typed Justin’s full name into the search line. “Does she have a job? Hobbies?” The Damn Fool’s Guide to Insensitivity, page forty-three. But I was trying.
    Justin didn’t seem offended. He simply sighed and said, “She works at home, doing billing for a credit card company in a back bedroom. And her hobby is ordering stuff off QVC.”
    There were something like seven thousand references to Justin on the Web, according to Google, but I wasn’t going to have to wade through them. The first one told the story.
    â€œYou were killed in a drive-by shooting,” I said.
    There it was again, that ole sensitivity o’ mine.
    Justin winced. “What was I doing at the time?”
    â€œWaiting for a streetlight to change after a concert,” I answered, turning in my chair. “If it’s any comfort, they caught the perp. He’s doing life in the state pen.”
    Justin absorbed the news with admirable ease. “Then I guess I’m not hanging around here waiting for my killer to be caught, like Gillian is.”
    My heart seized. “Did she tell you that’s why she’s here? In sign language or something?”
    â€œNo,” Justin said. Then he reached for the TV remote, lowered the screen expertly and

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