“Just me.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I wanted privacy to discuss our divorce. Crowds make me jumpy as a flea on a dog.” As he relaxed, the southern lilt to his voice became more pronounced. “Most of the time, I’m real content to be alone with my computers and software.”
“Me, too,” she said. “Not with a computer, of course. But I’ve always been able to entertain myself.”
“And that’s why Lynette and I were alone at the house.”
Emily understood why the sheriff had settled on Jordan as the most likely suspect. His request for a solitary weekend made it sound like he had something nefarious in mind.
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