Hour Game

"Really, only one thing?" King attempted a smile.

"What was in her closet safe that Remmy wanted back so badly?"

"I think they were letters from a certain gentleman acquaintance of hers."

"So shewas having an affair?"

"No, this was a case of unrequited love. The gentleman in question would have it no other way with a married woman. But she wanted his letters back."

"I wonder who it could have-" She stopped, eyes huge. "Not-"

"Yes," said King quickly. "Yes. But it was a long time ago, and he did nothing to be ashamed of. He simply cared for a woman who turned out not to have deserved it."

"God, that's so sad."

He helped her rip open the package. They both sat staring at the object.

It was the painting of Michelle in the ball gown that Eddie had done.

King looked at her and then at the painting but said nothing. They paid their bill and left. Before they got in the car, Michelle threw the painting in the diner's Dumpster.

"Ready to go home?" King asked as she climbed in the driver's seat.

"Oh, yeah."

Michelle punched the gas, and they drove off in a swirl of dust.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To Michelle, it's hard to believe, novel number ten and counting. I wouldn't have wanted to share the ride with anyone else.

To Rick Horgan, for helping me see the forest and the trees when I really need to.

To Maureen, Jamie and Larry, for all you do, and for being such terrific friends.

To Tina Andreadis, for being a dear friend and a major reason why the public knows who I am.

To the rest of the Warner Books crew for all your hard work and support. I know the books don't sell themselves.

To Aaron Priest, for always being there for me.

To Lucy Childs and Lisa Erbach Vance, for all that you do.

To Maria Rejt, for your thoughtful editorial comments.

To Dr. Monica Smiddy, for all your forensics wizardry. You'd make a great teacher.

To Dr. Marcella Fierro, for patiently answering all of my questions and giving me a behind-the-scenes look at the medical examiner's office in Richmond.

To Dr. Catherine Broome, for making this author seem far more knowledgeable about medical matters than I actually am.

To Bob Schule, my resident wine expert, stellar proofreader and great friend.

To Dr. Alli Guleria and her husband, Dr. Anshu Guleria, for helping me on medical matters, for allowing me to borrow your really cool cars for the story and for being such wonderful friends. Consultants are great, aren't they?

To Jennifer Steinberg, for all your excellent research. I haven't stumped you yet, but I'll keep trying.

To Lynette and Deborah, for all you do every day to keep me straight. I know it's not an easy task.

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