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'In a case involving a love triangle only one or two people are murdered. If there's a third death, it's a suicide. None of these was a suicide.' Natalie's forehead creased in thought and her gaze grew far away. 'Today I called Constance Farley, Eugene 's mother,' Nick went on. 'Her husband died just weeks after Eugene. She lived in Columbus at the time of the deaths, but six months ago she moved to Knoxville, Tennessee. I learned that tidbit from Ted, who is dating a woman who was involved with Farley.'

'Good Lord, what an incestuous little town we are!'

Nick grinned. 'I wouldn't go so far as to say incestuous, but it's hard for me to get used to all these relationships. I like it, though. It makes getting information easier.'

'Who needs paid snitches when everyone knows everyone else's business and loves to talk about it? So what did you ask Mrs. Farley? If she'd been in Port Ariel slashing people's throats?'

'I tried something more subtle, but she got my meaning. She seemed shaky, but she told me she hadn't left Knoxville for months. She claimed she didn't know anything about the murders and she didn't want to know. She said, 'I just want to be left in peace.' '

'And you left her in peace.'

'I didn't push it, but I called the Knoxville police and gave them the story. Very cooperative bunch down there. Two hours later they called back and told me they'd talked to Mrs. Farley's neighbors. Seems she's never been gone for even one day since she moved in almost six months ago.'

'The neighbors have seen her every day?'

'Yeah. She has a dog and walks it rain or shine.'

'How about when they can't see her? She could have come up here at night.'

'It's approximately a sixteen-hour drive from Knoxville to here.'

'She could fly.'

'I thought of that, but the Knoxville police also told me Constance doesn't have a driver's license, which eliminates car rental. She'd have to fly into Cleveland and take a commuter flight to Port Ariel. The commuter flight schedules don't fit. She couldn't leave Knoxville at night and be back early the next day.'

'You are thorough.' Natalie tapped her fingers on her cup. 'So Constance Farley hasn't been running back and forth to kill people in Port Ariel?'

'Seems not, and the Knoxville cops found the idea a stretch. I joked along with them, but I felt like a fool for suggesting it. When you say it, it does sound crazy, but I can't ignore the connection of the victims' parents with Eugene Farley, much as I hate to give up on the idea that Lily or her father had something to do with the double homicide.' He paused. 'You look uncomfortable. What is it?'

'This morning someone pulled another prank.' She told Nick about the call from a woman claiming to be Lily and her meeting with Jeff Lindstrom. 'You're going to ask if the voice on the machine sounded like Lily's,' she said. 'I saved the message and played it back twice. It's close, but it isn't Lily's voice. The enunciation and pace are right but not the quality.'

'Did it sound like the voice you heard in The Blue Lady?'

'Yes, only more breathy.'

'So you went where the voice asked you to go and you ran into Jeff Lindstrom, who'd been hanging around for hours and who asked you a lot of questions and acted like he might do something to you. Maybe he has more to do with this than we guessed.'

'You think he could be the murderer? What does he have to do with Tam, Charlotte, and Warren?'

'Maybe Charlotte is the key. Maybe there was something between them before she came back here.'

'She threw over Jeff for Warren? Well, that could explain him killing Charlotte and Warren, but why Tam?'

'I don't know. I'm just throwing out possibilities.'

'What about my anonymous calls and the incident at The Blue Lady?'

Nick's face had turned tired and grim. 'The voice on the phone and in The Blue Lady sounded like Tamara's. It couldn't have been Lindstrom unless he electronically altered his voice.'

'I don't know how that works.'

'It's fairly easy to come by the devices you need. Or he might have gotten someone to make the calls for him. How long did you walk on the shoreline before you went to the pavilion?'

'Around twenty minutes.'

'If Lindstrom was watching you, that would have given him plenty of time to make a call on a cell phone and get someone to the pavilion.'

'How could he know I'd go to The Blue Lady?'

'He could have lured you there-done something to set off the dog so she'd follow him and hoped you'd go inside. Hell, maybe he knew you actually used to go in there and might not be afraid.'

'How could he know that?'

'He learned it from the woman who's making these calls for him, someone who's involved with him, someone who knows you.'

'Nick, he hasn't been in town long enough to get seriously involved with anyone.'

'We don't know how often he's been in this town, Natalie. This doesn't have to be his first visit.'

'I guess you're right. Then there's the earring.'

'Are you sure it was Tamara's?'

'If it's not hers it's one exactly like it and what are the chances of that? Two years ago I gave Lily and Tamara earrings for their birthday. Lily's had amethysts in a modern bezel setting. Tam's were the old-fashioned filigree.' She reached in her pocket and withdrew the earring wrapped in a tissue. 'The back is gone. Also, Jimmy handled it, so there probably aren't any good fingerprints.'

'You never know,' Nick said, holding up the earring by the post. The small amethyst glittered in the light. 'I'll check to see if Tamara was wearing only one earring. Some killers take trophies from their victims, you know.'

'That would explain him carrying it around.'

Nick stood. 'I think I need to have a talk with Mr. Lindstrom.' He set his Styrofoam cup down beside the coffee urn. 'I'll call you tomorrow and tell you what I found out. I also need to talk to Viveca Cosgrove and Oliver Peyton.'

'Why?'

'Farley stole the money, because he wanted Viveca back. Peyton was his lawyer. They both have daughters who need to be careful.'

'Do you really think this person might go after Alison and Lily?'

'Yes, I do.' He paused. 'Natalie, Farley didn't die immediately from the shot to the head. He was taken to the hospital. He died while your father was performing surgery, surgery someone claimed your father botched.' He gave her a long, penetrating look. 'And Andrew St. John has a daughter, too.'

Andrew and Ruth arrived only minutes after Nick left. Andrew wore the haggard look that meant he'd done several surgeries. Ruth was bright-eyed and stylish in dark green and pearls.

'Sorry I'm late, honey,' Andrew said to Natalie. 'Harder day than I expected.'

'That's all right. Even Oliver delayed his appearance.'

'I thought I saw the sheriff in the parking lot,' Ruth offered. 'Has he learned anything else about the case?'

'I don't think so,' Natalie said vaguely. Now was certainly not the time to go into Ted Hysell's theory about the connection among the victims. 'He just stopped by as a courtesy. He'll probably come to the funeral, too. Come say a few words to Lily, Dad. She's not in good shape.'

Andrew might have disapproved of Lily through the years, but he was all gentle concern tonight. Oliver did not unbend, looking at Andrew as if he'd never seen him before.

Viveca rushed over. Natalie cringed inwardly, but her father showed no emotion. Viveca might have bewitched Eugene Farley and Oliver Peyton, but apparently she had little effect on Andrew St. John. He introduced her to Ruth, and Natalie smiled inwardly as she noticed Viveca's blue eyes sweep over Ruth, quickly calculating the cost of her clothes and deciding whether the pearls were real. Ruth was probably ten years older than Viveca, but she held her own in the style department. Ruth looked calm and secure as she talked quietly with mourners. The woman had class, Natalie thought appreciatively. She also seemed to have made quite a few friends during her