brain or mon dieu suddenly exclaimed.
Without wasting a second, she raced downstairs to Randallâs den. She flew to the Rubens in the gilt frame on the wall (Rubens was one of Randallâs favorites, a fantasy he lived outthrough Bridgetâs full breasts). She pulled back the right side, spun the dial right, left, right, then tugged at the handle.
And there it was: the navy blue, pocket-size folder with the word âPASSPORTâ hot-stamped in gold on the cover.
With a wide, happy smile, Bridget extracted the document. Then she closed the safe slowly, replaced the painting, and realized she needed to restore Randallâs dressing room to its neat, anal order before he returned from the club.
In the meantime sheâd find a perfect spot to hide his passport. What a pity he wouldnât be able to leave the country without it. And she would have to get Aimée after all.
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Dana had been in the New Falls police station once when Michael was twelve and had stolen pumpkins from Mr. Whiteâs garden and pitched them into the Hudson to see if theyâd float, which, according to Michael, they did.
It didnât look like the old brick police station where sheâd gone the night her father had been arrested.
In New Falls the station was built out of limestone and had peculiar sharp angles that mimicked the library and the town hall.
âIâd like to speak with the investigator in charge of the Vincent DeLano case,â she said to the officer who sat at the welcoming desk.
The cop eyed her like a glazed cruller.
âAbout what?â he asked.
She realized she was still wearing her funeral clothes that exposed her as a New Falls wifeâone of those . âAbout who might have killed him.â
Her point had been made; he picked up the phone and called an extension. She was quickly escorted to Detective Glen Johnsonâs office, a square glass cubicle with a desk and no windows.
âWe have the killer,â Johnson said, standing up. He was a tall man, angular like the building. He leaned against his desk and folded his arms. âA neighbor called and reported hearing a gunshot. When we arrived, the killer was standing there, holding the gun.â
âPlease,â Dana said. âThe woman youâve arrested is my friend. And I donât know if she killed Vincent or not, but I do know someone else might have had a motive.â
He studied her face.
She shifted on one foot.
âVincent DeLano was a ladiesâ man,â she said, wondering if that were an outdated term. âBefore he married Yolanda, while he was still married to Kitty, I know that he had at least one affair.â
âWithâ¦?â
âWell, I canât tell you that.â
âBut you know this becauseâ¦?â
âBecause I was told.â
âBy a reliable source?â
âYes.â
He unfolded his arms, tented his fingers. âThat woman wouldnât have been you, I suppose?â
âMe?â Good grief, she hadnât thought heâd accuse her. âLook, Officer, Iâm trying to help. Kitty is my friend and I didnât sleep with her husband, but someone else did. Whichmeans that at least one other person might have wanted to kill him.â
He nodded and said, âBy the way, where you were at eleven-thirty that morning?â
âEleven-thirty? Why?â
He raised an eyebrow. She got the message.
âEleven-thirty,â she repeated. âWell, I was having my manicure for Carolineâs luncheon. Caroline Meacham.â
âWe know about Ms. Meacham and her spring party. We might not be Manhattanâs Twenty-seventh Precinct, but we know what weâre doing.â
Apparently Detective Johnson was a Law & Order fan, too.
She sat down on a nearby metal chair. âWhy do you care what I was doing in the morning?â
He circled his desk and pointed to his computer screen. âWe have new information. The
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