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them-Jenna and Cal, Peter and his current wife or date, herself and Gary.
    She didn’t blame Peter for wanting nothing to do with her. She knew she probably would feel that way if someone hurt Jenna. Old friend, best friend. That was the litany they used to singsong to each other.
    She half expected to be told that Peter was not available and was surprised when he did take her call. Hesitantly, then quickly, Molly said what she needed to say: “Tomorrow, Fran Simmons from NAF-TV is going to call to make an appointment with you. She’s doing a piece for the
True Crime
program, on Gary ’s death. I don’t care what you say about me, Peter, but
please
see her. I’d better warn you that Fran said it would be much better if she had your cooperation, but if not, she’d find a way to work around you.”
    She waited. After a long pause, Peter Black said quietly, “I would think you would have the decency to leave well enough alone, Molly.” His voice was tight, though his words were ever so slightly slurred. “Don’t you think Gary ’s reputation deserves better than to have the Annamarie Scalli story revived? You paid a very small price for what you did. I warn you, you will be the ultimate loser if a cheap television show reenacts your crime for a national audience…”
    The click of the receiver as he hung up was almost drowned out by the ringing of the front doorbell.
    For the next two hours, Molly felt as though life was almost normal again. Jenna had brought not only dinner but a bottle of Cal ’s best Montrachet. They sipped wine in the family room, then ate their meal at the coffee table there. Jenna dominated the conversation as she mapped out the plans she had made for her friend. Molly was to come in to New York, spend a few days in the apartment, go shopping and to the hot new salon Jenna had discovered, where she could have a complete one-stop makeover. “Hair, face, nails, the bod, the works,” Jenna said triumphantly. “I’ve already planned to take time off to be with you.” She grinned at Molly. “Tell the truth. I look pretty good, don’t you think?”
    “You’re a walking ad for whatever regimen you’re on,” Molly agreed. “At some point I’ll take you up on that. But for now, no.”
    She put down her demitasse cup. “Jen, Fran Simmons was here today. You probably remember her. She went to Cranden with us.”
    “Her father shot himself, right? He was the guy who embezzled all that money from the library.”
    “That’s right. She’s an investigative reporter now, for NAF-TV. She’s going to do a show about Gary ’s death for the network’s
True Crime
program.”
    Jenna Whitehall did not attempt to hide her dismay: “Molly, no!”
    Molly shrugged. “I didn’t expect even you to understand, so I know you won’t understand this next thing either. Jenna, I need to see Annamarie Scalli. Do you know where she is?”
    “Molly, you’re crazy! Why in God’s name would you want to see that woman? When you think…” Jenna’s voice trailed off.
    “When you think that if she hadn’t fooled around with my husband, he might still be alive today? That’s what you mean-right? I agree, but I simply must see her. Does she still live in town?”
    “I haven’t a clue where she is. From what I understand, she accepted that settlement from Gary, got out of town, and hasn’t been heard from since. She would have been called as a witness at the trial, but that wasn’t necessary after the plea bargain.”
    “Jen, I want you to ask Cal to get his people onto finding her. We all know Cal can do anything, or at least get someone to do it for him.”
    Cal ’s “can do” attitude had been a kind of running joke between them for years. Jenna, however, didn’t laugh.
    “I’d rather not,” she said, her voice suddenly strained.
    Molly thought she understood the reason for Jenna’s reluctance. “Jenna, you’ve got to understand something. I’ve paid the price for Gary ’s death, whether