friends.”
“Friends?” His voice rose in mocking disbelief. “Is that what you call it?”
“You don’t know anything about it.”
“I know that you were more than friends. What shall we call your relationship, Ms. Wood? An affair? A romance?”
“Stop it.”
“A hot little tumble on the boss’s couch?”
“Stop it, damn you! It wasn’t like that!”
“No, of course not. You were just friends. ”
“All right! All right….” She looked away, so he wouldn’t see her tears. Softly she said, “We were lovers.”
“At last. A word for it.”
“And friends. Most of all, friends. I wish to God it had stayed that way.”
“So do I. At least he’d still be alive.”
She stiffened. Turning back to him she said, “I didn’t kill him.”
He sighed. “Of course you didn’t.”
“He was already dead. I found him—”
“In your house. In your bed.”
“Yes. In my bed.”
“Look Ms. Wood. I’m not the judge and jury. Don’t waste your breath with me. I’m just here to tell you to stay away from the family. Evelyn’s gone though enough hell. She doesn’t need constant reminders. If we need to, we’ll get a restraining order to keep you away. One false move and you’ll be back in jail. Right where you belong.”
“You’re all alike,” she said. “You Tremains and DeBolts. All cut from the same fancy silk. Not like the rest of us, who can be shoved out of sight. Right where we belong.”
“It’s not a matter of which cloth we’re cut from. It’s a matter of cold-blooded murder.” He took a step toward her. She didn’t move. She couldn’t; her back was against the gate. “What happened, exactly?” he said, moving closer.
“Did Richard break some sacred promise? Refuse to leave his wife? Or did he just come to his senses and decide he was walking out on you?”
“That’s not what happened.”
“So what did happen?”
“I walked out on him! ”
Chase gazed down at her, skepticism shadowing every line of his face. “Why?”
“Because it was over. Because it was all wrong, everything between us. I wanted to get away. I’d already left the paper.”
“He fired you?”
“I quit. Look in the files, Mr. Tremain. You’ll find my letter of resignation. Dated two weeks ago. I was going to leave the island. Head somewhere I wouldn’t have to see him every day. Somewhere I wouldn’t be constantly reminded of what a disaster I’d made of things.”
“Where were you planning to go?”
“It didn’t matter. Just away.” She looked off, past the gravestones. Far beyond the cemetery lay the sea. She could catch glimpses of it through the trees. “I grew up just fifty miles from here. Right across the water. This bay is my home. I’ve always loved it. Yet all I could think about was getting away.”
She turned to look at him. “I was already free of him. Halfway back to happiness. Why should I kill Richard?”
“Why was he in your house?”
“He insisted on meeting me. I didn’t want to see him. So I left and went for a walk. When I came back, I found him.”
“Yes, I’ve heard your version. At least your story’s consistent.”
“It’s also the truth.”
“Truth, fiction.” He shrugged. “In your case it all blends together, doesn’t it?” Abruptly he turned and headed up the cemetery drive.
“What if it’s all truth?” she called after him.
“Stay away from the family, Ms. Wood!” he yelled over his shoulder. “Or I’ll have to call in Lorne Tibbetts.”
“Just for a moment, consider the possibility that I didn’t kill him! That someone else did!”
He was still walking away.
“Maybe it’s someone you know!” she shouted. “Think about it! Or do you already know and you want me to take the blame? Tell me, Mr. Tremain! Who really killed your brother?”
That brought Chase to a sudden halt. He knew he should keep walking. He knew it was a mistake to engage the woman in any more of this
“Friends?” His voice rose in mocking disbelief. “Is that what you call it?”
“You don’t know anything about it.”
“I know that you were more than friends. What shall we call your relationship, Ms. Wood? An affair? A romance?”
“Stop it.”
“A hot little tumble on the boss’s couch?”
“Stop it, damn you! It wasn’t like that!”
“No, of course not. You were just friends. ”
“All right! All right….” She looked away, so he wouldn’t see her tears. Softly she said, “We were lovers.”
“At last. A word for it.”
“And friends. Most of all, friends. I wish to God it had stayed that way.”
“So do I. At least he’d still be alive.”
She stiffened. Turning back to him she said, “I didn’t kill him.”
He sighed. “Of course you didn’t.”
“He was already dead. I found him—”
“In your house. In your bed.”
“Yes. In my bed.”
“Look Ms. Wood. I’m not the judge and jury. Don’t waste your breath with me. I’m just here to tell you to stay away from the family. Evelyn’s gone though enough hell. She doesn’t need constant reminders. If we need to, we’ll get a restraining order to keep you away. One false move and you’ll be back in jail. Right where you belong.”
“You’re all alike,” she said. “You Tremains and DeBolts. All cut from the same fancy silk. Not like the rest of us, who can be shoved out of sight. Right where we belong.”
“It’s not a matter of which cloth we’re cut from. It’s a matter of cold-blooded murder.” He took a step toward her. She didn’t move. She couldn’t; her back was against the gate. “What happened, exactly?” he said, moving closer.
“Did Richard break some sacred promise? Refuse to leave his wife? Or did he just come to his senses and decide he was walking out on you?”
“That’s not what happened.”
“So what did happen?”
“I walked out on him! ”
Chase gazed down at her, skepticism shadowing every line of his face. “Why?”
“Because it was over. Because it was all wrong, everything between us. I wanted to get away. I’d already left the paper.”
“He fired you?”
“I quit. Look in the files, Mr. Tremain. You’ll find my letter of resignation. Dated two weeks ago. I was going to leave the island. Head somewhere I wouldn’t have to see him every day. Somewhere I wouldn’t be constantly reminded of what a disaster I’d made of things.”
“Where were you planning to go?”
“It didn’t matter. Just away.” She looked off, past the gravestones. Far beyond the cemetery lay the sea. She could catch glimpses of it through the trees. “I grew up just fifty miles from here. Right across the water. This bay is my home. I’ve always loved it. Yet all I could think about was getting away.”
She turned to look at him. “I was already free of him. Halfway back to happiness. Why should I kill Richard?”
“Why was he in your house?”
“He insisted on meeting me. I didn’t want to see him. So I left and went for a walk. When I came back, I found him.”
“Yes, I’ve heard your version. At least your story’s consistent.”
“It’s also the truth.”
“Truth, fiction.” He shrugged. “In your case it all blends together, doesn’t it?” Abruptly he turned and headed up the cemetery drive.
“What if it’s all truth?” she called after him.
“Stay away from the family, Ms. Wood!” he yelled over his shoulder. “Or I’ll have to call in Lorne Tibbetts.”
“Just for a moment, consider the possibility that I didn’t kill him! That someone else did!”
He was still walking away.
“Maybe it’s someone you know!” she shouted. “Think about it! Or do you already know and you want me to take the blame? Tell me, Mr. Tremain! Who really killed your brother?”
That brought Chase to a sudden halt. He knew he should keep walking. He knew it was a mistake to engage the woman in any more of this
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