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because…?”
    “Because my uncle’s office was involved.”
    “But Colleen disappeared in the Keys and he’s Dade County.”
    “Doesn’t matter. Both counties were involved in the investigation, not to mention that cops talk. My uncle doesn’t believe for an instant that she just took off.”
    Victoria flashed Chloe a glance as she drove. “You’re forgetting that I was on that shoot, too.”
    “I know you were.”
    Victoria shook her head. “There was nothing, just nothing, to suggest that anyone did anything to her. I do knowshe’d sort of been seeing one of the bar managers down there, a really nice guy. He’s half American, half Bahamian, and he’s so gorgeous he should be modeling himself, but he wants to go into hotel management. He wasn’t with her that night, though. And even though they seemed to really like each other, they hadn’t been together all that long. Who knows? Maybe she did meet someone else. Or maybe—just maybe—she disappeared on purpose. You know, some kind of a publicity stunt.”
    “I doubt it. From what I know about Colleen, neither scenario sounds like her.”
    They had reached the restaurant by then, so they stopped talking and turned the car over to the valet. Brad came walking down the steps just as they started up them. “I was afraid you two had forgotten about breakfast. I just sent you a text message, Vick.”
    “I was driving, and I don’t text and drive,” Victoria said.
    “Sorry,” Brad said. “Anyway, come in. Jared is holding down the table.”
    They walked through the crowded restaurant and found Jared at a table next to the plate-glass window that overlooked the bay—one of the best in the place. It wasn’t that they were such big spenders, just that they showed up regularly, in season and out, and had been doing so for years.
    “Hey there,” Jared said, standing and giving them each a kiss on the cheek as they were seated.
    “You’re looking good,” Victoria told him.
    He blushed, and Chloe wondered if Victoria had any notion that Jared was in love with her, that he had beenforever. She didn’t understand why he tried so hard to hide his feelings. In the beginning, she was certain, he hadn’t let on because he was convinced, as they all were in those days, that they were damaged goods, too scarred psychologically to form relationships based on anything other than shared trauma. They had lived through a nightmare, and the aftermath had just been a nightmare of a different sort. They had been hounded by the media, and whenever they met people, whether at school or work, or even casually at parties, they were items of curiosity. Everyone wanted to know the gory details, details the four of them were trying hard to forget.
    At least the killers had been found.
    Dead.
    The sketch Chloe had done of one of them—an image burned into her memory when she and the killer had stared each other in the eye—had allowed the police to identify him when his body was found.
    Brad took a seat next to Victoria and picked up the menu. Chloe found herself watching him and feeling a sense of pride. Brad had a trust fund, but he worked hard and had grown his business into a real success, even though one day soon he and Victoria would inherit the entire family fortune. And he never acted like a rich jerk.
    He worked out, and he spent time with his friends. He loved women, loved going to the parties Victoria got him into. He’d been deeply religious before the massacre, but he had lost his faith in the aftermath, so now, since he’d never found the woman, he played the field and they remained a platonic foursome.
    Jared, of course, had no desire to be platonic where Victoria was concerned, but since he wouldn’t speak up…
    Like Brad, he, too, was extremely good-looking and hardworking. There was no inheritance ahead for him, but he was brilliant with the money markets, and he womanized alongside Brad, while he pined for Victoria.
    She wondered if any of them