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that true?”
    The officer looked at her.
    “Could be. We’ll have to do a run up on it. Did you ever have any trouble with it?”
    “No.”
    “Your sister lives with you?”
    “No. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband. She’s been here for a visit.”
    “For how long?”
    Cindy thought that was an odd question. What did it matter? “She’s been here for a while,” Cindy said.
    “Trouble at home?” he asked.
    “No,” Cindy replied. “She came to help me. My husband died recently.”
    He stopped writing, and seemed really taken aback . “I’m really sorry.”
    “An accident on our honeymoon,” Cindy continued. Suddenly she had an intense desire to tell him everything. She so badly wanted someone to talk to. To tell him her suspicions about Clint’s accident. About her in-laws. The suspicious photo. Could there be a connection with all this and the car accident? Her in-laws had access to her garage. Had someone tampered with the brakes? They would have thought it was Cindy driving. Was this accident meant for her?
    Who wanted her dead? And why? And what did it  have to do with Clint?
    “Is it possible that my car was tampered with?” she asked, tentatively.
    He looked her over.
    “Why do you ask that?”
    “I…” she began. But she didn’t know what to say. It was all too overwhelming.
    “My husband’s death…I don’t think it was an accident.”
    He stared at her.
    “How did he die?”
    “In the ocean. Surfing. In Barbados.”
    Tears filled Cindy’s eyes.
     “He wasn’t meant to die,” she simply said, and despite herself, started to cry.
    “And my car was in perfect shape. It had to be someone close by who messed with the brakes, someone with access to my garage.”
    She felt his hand on her shoulder.
    “Lady,” he said, “you’ve been through a lot. I think you should go home and rest. We’ll do a full diagnostic on your car. Don’t worry. If anything’s out of place, you’ll be the first to know. OK?”
    But as she watched him leave, as she stood there alone in the waiting room, she suddenly knew - without a doubt. Clint’s death and the car incident were related. That accident was meant for her. She was more convinced than ever that whoever wanted Clint dead, wanted her dead, too.
    And that they’d stop at nothing until that happened.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    Ann was diagnosed with a concussion, whiplash and a broken collarbone. They monitored her closely. This should have been me, Cindy kept thinking. I’m not supposed to be alive. For some odd reason, it didn’t surprise her, just woke her up and raised the ante. If she wanted to keep on living, she’d have to find out what was going on.
    Cindy stayed at her sister’s bedside, holding her hand as they moved her to her own room . Above all, she was determined for Ann to get well. “You’re going to be fine,” she kept murmuring, as though it were a mantra.
    Once Ann arrived in her room, Cindy had to sit on a chair in the corner as the nurses took over, moved Ann to a hospital bed, took her vital signs, set up her medication. As she sat there watching, Cindy turned the events over in her head.
    No question about it, what happened in Barbados was far from over. Everything that happened since then was linked by a silver thread. Cindy had to trace that thread, pull on it a little, and everything would open up. The hostility with Clint’s family hadn’t ended, only grown worse. They were the only ones she knew that had access to her garage. They had to think it would be her driving. And who else would have that photo?
    As Cindy traced the silver thread it kept pointing to the family again and again. And what about Clint? They were furious that he disregarded their advice about the marriage. Had one of them arranged for him to be kidnapped and killed when he went down to the beach? Was his body dumped on shore so it could be found and the case closed? Who had to gain most by that?
    Cindy thought about