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                  “We’ll take my car,” he stated.
                  She nearly objected that she was pressed for time and would need to drive from the mansion directly back to Happily Ever After, but she held her tongue, thinking it best to be grateful she wasn’t sitting in a jail cell.
                  Outside, Sterling opened the passenger’s side door for her, a gentlemanly gesture that gave her hope. He’d said he cared about her. He’d referred to her as his girlfriend even though he tried to take it back. He might not be as committed to this break as he was to needing to be with her. As Kitty climbed into Sterling’s Jeep, she felt confident that he’d cave, confess his undying need for her, and maybe just maybe thank her for her unparalleled brilliance.
                  She drank in the sight of him, as he closed her door. By the time he opened the driver’s side door and climbed in, she’d hiked up her skirt to tempt him with as much bare skin as she could get away with.
                  And he definitely noticed.
                  When they reached the mansion, Sterling parked directly in front of the portico and was quick to round the Jeep and open her door.
                  “Thank you,” said Kitty softly, as her right heel clicked, meeting granite stone.
                  He was smoldering for her, good . The mansion had many bedrooms, she thought, as she padded up the stone path then keyed into the entrance, fantasies of a long afternoon with Sterling Slaughter swirling through her mind.
                  “You have a set of keys?” he asked, as they passed through the marble entryway.
                  “Yeah, the owners are out of town and permitted me to come and go as I please.”
                  “I see,” he said, mulling that over. “When did they give you keys?”
                  “I few days ago, right after the Downeys signed the contract,” she supplied.
                  “So before or after Marcus died?”
                  “After,” she told him, eyes widening. “You don’t think I had anything to do with this?”
                  “Stop asking me that,” he barked, but didn’t explain himself further.
                  Kitty pulled her heavy purse off her right shoulder then threw it over her left so she wouldn’t get a knot in her back, and soon they were coming into the ballroom.
                  The police unit had left several plastic tags throughout the space, yellow and numbering what they’d presumed to be key pieces of evidence. Kitty stepped carefully around them, as she held her purse out and systematically scanned the ballroom.
                  “What are you doing?” asked Sterling, watching her from the doorway, intrigued.
                  “According to the cardiologist, the magnet would’ve had to have been very large, like mine are. At first my plan was to visit everyone: Gretchen and David, Roberta and Cliff, Elizabeth and Kip, and see if my magnets could pick up the killer’s magnet. Then I thought about it, and I didn’t see how any of them could’ve had a magnet this size on them that day. The men were dressed nicely and didn’t have any bags. The women had relatively small purses.”
                  As Kitty elaborated, she slowly approached the roundel where she’d decided the altar would be.
                  “Which means...” she went on.
                  Without warning her purse dropped forcefully out of her grasp and smacked the marble floor. If she hadn’t jumped back it would’ve crushed her right foot.
                  “The killer’s magnet is in the floor.”
                  Her gaze snapped up to Sterling and their eyes widened as he rushed to her, pulled