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host, over the crackling of grease in the pan. Ross was sympathizing with Marcus Dowling about the pain of losing his wife.
“Come on, Helen,” Sarah muttered. “Put him on the grill. Don’t be a jerk.”
“She was so happy,” Dowling was saying. “We’d had this lovely dinner with friends. We were going on holiday, and then—this.
The unimaginable.”
“It
is
unimaginable,” Ross said. She reached out to touch Dowling’s hand. “Casey had such spirit, such charisma. We did a Red Cross
fund-raiser together last year.”
“There is no way to describe the agony,” Dowling said. “I keep thinking,
If only I hadn’t done the washing up—
”
Trevor came into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and bent to take out a beer, his girth falling over the waistband of his
underwear. He popped the top, took a swig of Bud, then walked behind his wife and grabbed her ass.
“Hey,” she said, moving out of his reach.
“What’s with you?”
“Here,” she said, handing him the tongs. “Take over, okay?”
“Where’re you going?”
“I’ve had a tough day, Trev.”
“You ought to see a doctor, you know.”
“Shut up.”
“Because you’re on the rag all the time.”
Sarah sank into the couch and turned up the volume. All she’d thought about since she stole the jewelry was Marcus Dowling,
trying to understand what the hell had happened once she’d bailed out the window.
“You couldn’t have known,” Helen Ross was saying.
The pan slammed on the stove behind her, Trevor trying to get her attention. On the TV, Dowling was saying, “The police haven’t
turned up anything, and meanwhile this killer is
free.
”
Sarah finally got it. She didn’t know
why
he did it, but it was
he.
Dowling had killed his wife! There was no one else it could be. How convenient that Sarah had broken into his house so that
he could set her up to take the fall.
Trevor said, “Chow’s on, darlin’. Your Cheerios are just the way you like ’em.”
Sarah turned off the TV and went to the dinette. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she said, thinking it was better to apologize
than to get him more wound up. Sometimes he could get physical. When she talked to Heidi about Trevor, they called him “Terror.”
It was an apt nickname.
Trevor grunted, sawed on his steak, and said, “Don’t worry about it. I just wonder sometimes what you did to the sweet little
girl I married.”
“One of life’s mysteries,” she said.
“What you meant to say was, ‘I’ll make it up to you tonight, sweetie.’ Isn’t that right?”
Sarah ducked Trevor’s glare and dipped her spoon into the bowl of cereal. She was going to have to step up the schedule. Maybe
it wasn’t right, but she was going to get rich or go to jail.
There really wasn’t any other choice.
Chapter 28
SARAH WENT THROUGH the yard. Everything was dark except for the twinkle of the small light on the back porch, and where moonlight
filtered through the tree limbs. The light was a signal that the back door was unlocked behind the screen.
The door swung open under Sarah’s hand, and she walked quietly up to the woman who was washing some dishes in the sink. Sarah
put her arms around the woman’s waist and said, “Don’t scream.”
“Wow. You got here fast,” Heidi said, spinning around.
“Terror was passed out, as usual,” Sarah said, kissing Heidi, swaying with her in the dim light of the kitchen. “Where’s Beastly?”
she asked, referring to Heidi’s husband.
Heidi reached up to a cabinet, took out two glasses, and said to Sarah, “You know what he always says. ‘Anywhere but here.’
Want to get the bottle out of the fridge?”
The staircase creaked under their feet, and so did the floorboards in the hallway that led past the kids’ room to a dormered
bedroom at the back of the second floor.
“How long can you stay?” Heidi asked. She turned up the baby monitor, then unbuttoned her
host, over the crackling of grease in the pan. Ross was sympathizing with Marcus Dowling about the pain of losing his wife.
“Come on, Helen,” Sarah muttered. “Put him on the grill. Don’t be a jerk.”
“She was so happy,” Dowling was saying. “We’d had this lovely dinner with friends. We were going on holiday, and then—this.
The unimaginable.”
“It
is
unimaginable,” Ross said. She reached out to touch Dowling’s hand. “Casey had such spirit, such charisma. We did a Red Cross
fund-raiser together last year.”
“There is no way to describe the agony,” Dowling said. “I keep thinking,
If only I hadn’t done the washing up—
”
Trevor came into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and bent to take out a beer, his girth falling over the waistband of his
underwear. He popped the top, took a swig of Bud, then walked behind his wife and grabbed her ass.
“Hey,” she said, moving out of his reach.
“What’s with you?”
“Here,” she said, handing him the tongs. “Take over, okay?”
“Where’re you going?”
“I’ve had a tough day, Trev.”
“You ought to see a doctor, you know.”
“Shut up.”
“Because you’re on the rag all the time.”
Sarah sank into the couch and turned up the volume. All she’d thought about since she stole the jewelry was Marcus Dowling,
trying to understand what the hell had happened once she’d bailed out the window.
“You couldn’t have known,” Helen Ross was saying.
The pan slammed on the stove behind her, Trevor trying to get her attention. On the TV, Dowling was saying, “The police haven’t
turned up anything, and meanwhile this killer is
free.
”
Sarah finally got it. She didn’t know
why
he did it, but it was
he.
Dowling had killed his wife! There was no one else it could be. How convenient that Sarah had broken into his house so that
he could set her up to take the fall.
Trevor said, “Chow’s on, darlin’. Your Cheerios are just the way you like ’em.”
Sarah turned off the TV and went to the dinette. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she said, thinking it was better to apologize
than to get him more wound up. Sometimes he could get physical. When she talked to Heidi about Trevor, they called him “Terror.”
It was an apt nickname.
Trevor grunted, sawed on his steak, and said, “Don’t worry about it. I just wonder sometimes what you did to the sweet little
girl I married.”
“One of life’s mysteries,” she said.
“What you meant to say was, ‘I’ll make it up to you tonight, sweetie.’ Isn’t that right?”
Sarah ducked Trevor’s glare and dipped her spoon into the bowl of cereal. She was going to have to step up the schedule. Maybe
it wasn’t right, but she was going to get rich or go to jail.
There really wasn’t any other choice.
Chapter 28
SARAH WENT THROUGH the yard. Everything was dark except for the twinkle of the small light on the back porch, and where moonlight
filtered through the tree limbs. The light was a signal that the back door was unlocked behind the screen.
The door swung open under Sarah’s hand, and she walked quietly up to the woman who was washing some dishes in the sink. Sarah
put her arms around the woman’s waist and said, “Don’t scream.”
“Wow. You got here fast,” Heidi said, spinning around.
“Terror was passed out, as usual,” Sarah said, kissing Heidi, swaying with her in the dim light of the kitchen. “Where’s Beastly?”
she asked, referring to Heidi’s husband.
Heidi reached up to a cabinet, took out two glasses, and said to Sarah, “You know what he always says. ‘Anywhere but here.’
Want to get the bottle out of the fridge?”
The staircase creaked under their feet, and so did the floorboards in the hallway that led past the kids’ room to a dormered
bedroom at the back of the second floor.
“How long can you stay?” Heidi asked. She turned up the baby monitor, then unbuttoned her
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