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here.”
    As if I didn’t know .
    He let the seat belt flip back against the seat, took his hand from my arm and began to drum restless fingers against the steering wheel. A car horn blared nearby followed by a screech of brakes and angry shouting. Normal everyday sounds that barely penetrated the buildup of confusion intent on taking over my brain cells.
    â€œYou know,” he said at last. “I’ve been trying to nut this whole hot poker thing out.” Simon paused, a frown creasing his broad forehead. “And the same thought keeps popping up over and over again. Whoever changed the last letter in your column, either murdered DF’s wife, or knows who murdered her. Right?”
    I nodded.
    â€œSo, if we’re going to get the police off your back,” he went on, “it’s the biggest clue we have to go on.”
    We? So Simon was prepared to help me. A warm glow spread through my tired body and I smiled up at him. “Actually, Simon, it’s our only clue.”
    â€œYou’re right.” His eyes twinkled and then went serious again. “Think hard, Dani. Have you any idea who could have sabotaged your column?”
    â€œLet’s face it, the saboteur could be any one from the Tribute . From our esteemed boss—right down to the sandwich-shop girl who comes across to take our lunch orders. They all have access to my computer.”
    â€œWhat I don’t understand is who would want to drag you into the murder? Who at the Tribute has that sort of a grudge against you?”
    â€œ Alice! ” We blurted at the same time.
    A grin tickled the corners of Simon’s mouth. Eyes questioning, he turned towards me.
    â€œNah….” After giving it a second’s thought, I shook my head slowly. “Alice might put salt in my coffee but, hey, murder is a far cry from causing me to spew up. And then there’s the actual murder itself. What could Alice possibly have against DF ’s wife?”
    â€œWhat about if she was in love with DF ?”
    â€œAlice?”
    â€œWell, she could be his secret mistress.”
    â€œAlice?” I repeated, in disbelief.
    â€œHmm…you’re right,” he agreed. “I saw a photo of the dead woman on the news this morning and believe me, no man with two eyes in his head would prefer Alice. The victim was not only a stunner, she looked intelligent. Beauty and brains compared to obnoxious and stupid. Alice would need to be blackmailing DF for him to risk losing his gorgeous wife to a middle-aged, sallow-skinned, wannabe witch.”
    â€œWell, perhaps she was blackmailing him.”
    â€œBut if that was the case, wouldn’t DF be more likely to murder Alice? Why was the wife murdered?”
    â€œSo you reckon it’s the husband?”
    â€œIn most cases it’s someone close to the victim.”
    â€œBut why frame me? I have no motive.”
    I rubbed both hands over my face and let out a sigh. Nothing made sense. It was like waking from an incredibly horrific nightmare only to find the damn thing was real after all. To think, yesterday I was a boring spinster whose biggest concern was that the herbal remedies I’d bought for my hot flushes didn’t do a spit of good. Today, I was almost seduced by a rival paper journalist, late for work, escorted from the office by two detectives, accused of murdering a woman I didn’t know. And if the decibels of Joe’s yells when the detectives assisted me into the police car were anything to go by, my job could very well be in jeopardy.
    After today’s debacle, perhaps getting fired would be a relief. And yet I loved my job as a sex therapist—advising people who wrote in to me, baring their souls, ready to give up on a relationship because the magic had gone out of their sex lives. No, what I needed to do was get better at my job—not give up and go back to selling lattes and cappuccinos.
    And then my mobile phone rang