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everything in her power to make my life hell on earth.” Her face was angular, mouth wide. Her eyes were gray, her brows pale, her lashes thick and black. Aside from mascara, she seemed to wear little or no makeup. I could tell she’d had her eyes done and probably her nose as well. In fact, just about everything I was looking at had been augmented or improved by some merry band of surgeons working on her, piece by piece. Crystal’s smile was brief. “Look. I know she’s busy painting a picture of herself as the victim in all of this, betrayed and put-upon. The truth is, she never gave Dow a thing. It was all take, take, take. Dow reached a point where he had nothing left. Poor guy. When I think of the hours he worked, all the sacrifices he made for them, and in exchange for what? For years, the three of them have stood around with their hands out. Fiona in particular. She was always coming up with some new harebrained scheme, her current business venture being one. Interior design? Who’s she trying to kid? She’s a Horton Ravine matron spending someone else’s money and suddenly, she’s talking about her talent and her ‘eye’ for design . She only has one client—some friend of hers named Dana . . .”
    â€œShe’s married to one of Dow’s business associates?”
    â€œJoel Glazer, that’s right. How do you know him?”
    â€œI don’t. I know her, or I did back when she was married to someone else.”
    â€œShe couldn’t be too bright. Fiona’s milking her for everything she’s worth.”
    â€œWhat about Dow’s daughters? What’s your relationship to them?”
    Crystal shrugged that one off. “They’re all right. They don’t know the half of what goes on. They probably hate me, but at least they’re too polite to say so. They’re usually busy sucking up to their dad. I’m sure they’re worried he’ll die and leave all his money to Griffith and me, which I can understand. I’d worry about the same thing if I were in their shoes.”
    She picked up a butter knife and cut into a wedge of Brie. She spread the soft cheese on a cracker, which she held out to me. I took it, watching while she made a second for herself, popped it in her mouth, and chewed. “Anyway, with Dow gone, it doesn’t seem important. Whatever quarrel I have with Fiona is immaterial.”
    â€œYou have any idea where he is?”
    â€œI wish. That’s all I’ve really thought about for the past nine weeks.”
    â€œDo you believe he’s alive?”
    â€œNo, not really, but I can’t be sure. If I knew he was dead, at least I could make my peace with it and get on with life.”
    â€œThe police detective mentioned money missing. He says close to thirty thousand dollars had been pulled from his savings over a period of the past two years.”
    â€œSo I heard. I didn’t know anything about that until they brought it to my attention. I know he kept a large sum of money somewhere, but he never said anything else about it. Apparently, the statements for that account were being forwarded to a post office box that I used to keep. Dowan asked about it a couple of months ago and I told him it’d been canceled. Now it looks like he was paying to keep it open all this time.”
    â€œI wonder why he asked you when he already had the answer.”
    Crystal shrugged. “Maybe he was wondering how much I knew.”
    â€œWhy would he need that kind of cash?”
    â€œI have no idea. He used credit cards for everything.”
    â€œCould it be extortion?”
    â€œFor what?”
    â€œThat’s what I’m asking. Any ideas about that?”
    â€œYou think he’s being blackmailed? That’s ridiculous. How so?”
    â€œIsn’t it possible?”
    She stared at me briefly and then shook her head, apparently drawing a blank. “You’d think a