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have looked startled, because he laughed. “We—Tanya and I—were married last year.” “Oh. I see.”
“Gabriel’s death brought us together. I couldn’t have gotten through it without her.”
Max’s phone rang, distracting him.
I nodded at him to take the call. “Thank you, you’ve been a great help.”
I slipped out of the office. I took a closer look at Tanya in reception—she was blond, pretty, rather
petite. She blew her nose, and I noticed the large diamond on her wedding finger.
To my surprise, she got up and walked toward me, frowning. She spoke urgently in a low voice.
“If you want to know about Alicia, talk to her cousin, Paul—he knows her better than anyone.”
“I tried calling her aunt, Lydia Rose. She wasn’t particularly forthcoming.”
“Forget Lydia. Go to Cambridge. Talk to Paul. Ask him about Alicia and the night after the
accident, and—”
The office door opened. Tanya immediately fell silent. Max emerged and she hurried over to him,
smiling broadly.
“Ready, darling?” she asked.
Tanya was smiling, but she sounded nervous. She’s afraid of Max, I thought. I wondered why.