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organization systems for busy families. Apparently Caroline had turned her penchant for neatness into a business.
    His admiration turned to irritation as he discovered that the office, like the other rooms, had no sign of a safe or other hiding place.
    He moved swiftly through the house, avoiding windows in case a neighbor happened to walk by, and ran lightly up the stairs. He checked his watch. He had a good hour and fifteen minutes at least until Caroline would pull back in. He had plenty of time to start on the upstairs rooms.
    An oriental runner in a rich green and gold pattern muffled his footsteps as he walked down the upstairs hallway. He paused at a hall table with its careful arrangement of silver framed photographs. The big one in the center caught his attention and he felt his jaw clench.
    A younger Caroline than he’d seen at the memorial service smiled for the camera, her smooth, tan shoulders and arms shown off by a sleeveless white dress Her dark curls smoothed into waves rippling over her shoulder, partially covered by a veil of cream lace.
    Her fucking wedding day.
    James Medford stood behind and slightly to the side of her, a proprietary hand on her narrow waist. His thick hair was more salt than pepper, and deep lines fanned from the corners of his eyes and carved grooves beside his smiling mouth. Danny was sure he saw a smug glint in the guy’s eyes, as if to say, “look at the hot piece of ass I scored, boys.”
    Danny was tempted to put his fist through the picture’s glass before he reminded himself he didn’t give a flying fuck about Caroline and the guy she’d married. What Danny and Caroline had was ancient history, a couple of kids getting carried away, too stupid to realize their high school romance couldn’t begin to go the distance. Whatever bad feelings he had about the breakup were dead and buried, long forgotten, and not worth dredging up now.
    Still, as he slipped into the master bedroom and carefully sifted through the contents of Caroline’s dresser drawers, the lingering imprint of that photo chased away any last vestiges of guilt he might have had over spying on Caroline after she’d asked for his help.
    If Caroline wanted to keep her secrets safe, she shouldn’t have dared Danny to come after them.
     
    Let your husband RIP unless you want to end up like him.
    Caroline raked a hand towel across her eyes to get rid of the last of the sweat and read the note again.
    She’d found it tucked in the door of her locker, sticking out like a white flag. Stomach clenching with dread, she’d known exactly what the note was before she unfolded it.
    It was just like the others, printed on plain, white, laser printer paper using a font common to every PC in existence. So generic, so untraceable, that when Caroline had shown the police the first two she received after James’s death as proof their suspicion of her was ridiculous, the detectives had accused her of writing them herself to cover up her own guilt.
    By the time she’d received the third one, she’d stopped reporting them.
    Her fingers shook as she placed the paper in the pocket of her gym bag. Her skin crawled with the sensation of being watched. Only someone with intimate knowledge of her routine would have known the exact time window to slip in, undetected, and put the note in her locker.
    Normally she would have showered and dressed there before going to her breakfast with Rachael, but now her breath raced and her heart pounded with the need to flee, to retreat back to the safety and security of her house. Where she could set the alarms and lock the doors and keep out anyone she didn’t want coming in.
    Her usual bordering on OCD need for organization fled as she shoved her things haphazardly into her shoulder bag. A tiny voice asked her why she didn’t interrogate the staff, ask anyone if they’d seen anything, seen someone slip it into her locker.
    But she knew it would be the same as always. No one saw anything. No