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“Uh huh.”
    Richmond put a finger to Isabelle’s
chin and tilted her head back. “Isabelle, what did Daddy tell you
about your manners? How do you respond to adults?”
    Isabelle glanced at Kayla. “She’s a
girl, so I say,” she looked back at her father, “yes,
ma’am.”
    “ That’s correct.” Richmond
patted her shoulder. “I have some important phone calls to make, so
I need you to show Kayla where the kitchen is so she can make you a
sandwich.”
    Isabelle said, “Okay.”
    Kayla cupped Isabelle’s small hand and
began heading out of the room. “Come on. Show me where the kitchen
is so I can fix you some lunch.”
    When she reached the doorway, Richmond
stated, “Oh yeah. Kayla.” She paused in her tracks and glanced back
over her shoulder at him. “There’s one more thing I forgot to tell
you.”
    “ What’s that?”
    “ No one is allowed in my
deceased wife’s bedroom. She was murdered inside her bedroom, so
the door must remain closed at all times.”
    Murdered! Kayla’s heart dropped.

 
     
     
     
     
    DON SAT BEHIND THE CHERRY wooden desk
of his office, inside his private investigator firm. Seemingly
pensive, he peered over the square frames of his black glasses at
Richmond. Round, chubby jaws, double chin, scraggly brown hair, Don
appeared on edge.
    “ You’re not going to like
this.” Steepling his fingers, his lips set in a straight line and
he leaned forward.
    Sitting in the leather
chair across from Don’s desk, Richmond crossed his legs at the
knees. “Nothing you can say will surprise me, Don. Tell me, what
have you found pertaining to Salina’s death?” Never in a million years did I think I’d have to hire a
private investigator to find my wife’s killer. Damn police, ain’t
worth a dime. A freaking nickel. Hell, they ain’t worth a
penny.
    Wariness developed in Don’s eyes.
“Salina bought a prepaid cell phone ten weeks before her
death.”
    Shocked, Richmond uncrossed his legs
and leaned forward. Putting his elbows up on his knees, he clasped
his fingers. “She could barely walk. Are you sure about this,
Don?”
    “ Positive. Take a look for
yourself.” Don turned his desktop computer adjacent toward
Richmond. Cupping the mouse, he dragged the cursor over the screen
and clicked the play button on the video.
    Richmond’s eyes zoned in on the screen
as he carefully studied Salina’s activity unfolding before
him.
    Salina steered her silver
5 Series BMW into the vacant parking lot at a store fifteen miles
from their home and exited the car. Gripping the handle of her
cane, looking pale and frail, she staggered across the pavement
toward the front of the store.
    Struggling to walk and
bent over, her spine hunched, her legs wobbled. Wind tousled the
ends of her hair upward. God, she was so beautiful, even while
sick. When she touched the door handle, a young teenage kid burst
outdoors from the store, knocking her to the ground. Treating her
as an invalid, the dumb kid kept going; never once did he look back
or try to help Salina.
    Using what little strength
she had, Salina pushed herself into a standing position and entered
the store. She went over to the section where the prepaid cells
were and grabbed one. After she handed the cashier cash, she got in
her car and left.
    “ Whew.” Blown away,
Richmond settled back into the chair. “Why on Earth would Salina
need a prepaid cell? She had a cell phone she never used.” Was she having an affair?
    Don scratched his head. “I hate making
assumptions, but every fiber in my being tells me Salina knew her
killer, and she purchased the prepaid cell to contact him. That’ll
explain why the police didn’t find any evidence of breaking and
entering. Whoever the man was that killed your wife, I suspect
Salina knew him, and she let him inside the house the night she was
murdered.”
    Betrayal sliced Richmond’s heart in
half. Imagining the unbearable, his throat went dry. His deceased
wife had gone through grave