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Danforth thought would bring him the money to buy the horses and
breeding services he desired. She put a question mark next to Theresa Cromwell.
Tanner didn't give any information, but his smirk suggested that there were
rumors about her and Danforth's relationship.
    Once her notes were written, she drove
to Bobby Wilson's construction company. On her way, she called Daniel.
    “Your boyfriend was in to see me this
morning,” Daniel said.
    “Why?”
    “He seems to think I'm trying to ruin
his reputation and his relationship with you.”
    “That doesn't sound like Jack.”
    “It was Jack alright.”
    “What happened?”
    “He told me he loved you and that I'd
see you marry him one day.”
    “Yes, he's quite certain that will
happen.”
    “And what about you?”
    Tess pulled to a stop at the light. “It's
a possibility.” She shook her head that she'd even consider marriage. Three
months earlier, she was committed to being a spinster, and now she was thinking
of love ever after. “Did he say anything else?”
    “He thinks I'm sending biased
information to the media.”
    “Ah, the paper this morning. I wondered
how he'd react.”
    “He reacted by coming here accusing me
of feeding information and threatened to do the same if I didn't do my job.”
    Tess eased the car forward when the
light turned green, but her mind was on Jack. He wasn't usually one to worry
about what others thought about him. His reaction was strange.
    “I'll stop by and talk to him after I
meet with Wilson.”
    “How'd it go at the Danforths?”
    Tess told him what the trainer had
shared.
    “So you're wondering where the money is
coming from? Maybe Wilson will have an answer for that.”
    “We'll see. I'm pulling into Wilson's
now.”
    “Keep me posted.”
    Tess turned off her phone, tossing it in
her purse. She entered the office where a young woman with big hair and small
clothes sat behind a desk.
    “Is Mr. Wilson here?” Tess asked.
    The woman looked up from her computer
screen. “He's in a meetin', but should be done shortly. Who should I tell him
is here?”
    “Tess Madison. I'm a special
investigator with the Commonwealth's Attorney's office.”
    “Is this about Mr. Danforth?”
    Tess nodded.
    “Such a shame.”
    “Did you know him?”
    She shook her head. “I don't think
anyone really knew him. He pretty much kept to hisself. Still, to be mindin'
your own business and have someone pop you in the chest. That's cold. I bet it
was that wife of his.”
    “What makes you say that?”
    “She just seems cold, you know. Everyone
knows she only married him for the money.”
    Tess had been thinking the same thing,
but coming out of Mr. Wilson's secretary’s mouth made it sound like gossip.
    “Will he be much longer?”
    “Just a couple of minutes. He's chewing
out a sub who cost him two grand in damages.”
    “That's a lot.”
    She shrugged. “Jimmy Lee cost him more
when he flooded the Jordon place.”
    “Does Jimmy Lee still work here?”
    “Hell, no.”
    “Debbie?” the woman turned to look at
the man entering the room. Preceding him was a younger man who looked like he'd
been chewed up and spit out.
    “Yes, sir. This is Ms. Madison with the
Commonwealth's Attorney's Office. It's about Mr. Danforth.”
    “I already talked with the police.”
    “I just have a few more,” Tess said.
    “I have about five minutes before I need
to meet with my lawyer. I'm heading off a lawsuit because of that numbnut who
just left my office.” She followed Wilson into his office. It was modest, with
pictures of soccer teams he'd sponsored, newspaper articles, and a deer head
mounted on the wall. His desk was covered in papers.
    “What can I help you with?” he asked as
he sat down behind his desk.
    “I'd like to review and ask a few new
questions if I could.”
    “Okay.”
    “You said that Charles was supposed to
meet you Saturday morning to go fishing, is that right?”
    “Yes. We were supposed to meet at
Crawford Pond, but he