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began shifting to slow motion.
    Oh my God! Trey? Trey Bonney?
    From the corner of her eye, she saw her grandfather coming out of the library, then moving toward the man standing in the foyer. Sunshine was beaming through the stained-glass arch above the front door, leaving a Monet-like pattern of color splattered upon the blue-veined marble at his feet. Her heartbeat slowed down and then suddenly sped up as an old memory filled her mind.
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    â€œOh, Trey, I’m scared.”
    â€œI’m scared, too, Livvie. I’m afraid that I’ll do something wrong, or disappoint you. And I know it’s going to hurt you.”
    She locked her hands behind Trey’s neck as she gazed at him with passionate intent. They’d come so close to this moment a dozen times before, but each time they’d stopped. Making love was a big thing. Making love for the first time was even bigger, and Olivia was a virgin and Trey knew it.
    â€œI’ll stop, Livvie. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
    Olivia shivered. “No, Trey. I want this… I want you. I love you so much.”
    She felt Trey shudder as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.
    â€œOlivia Sealy, you are everything to me.”
    Olivia sighed, then gave herself up to the inevitable.
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    Rose shut the door behind Trey with a firm thump. The sound broke Olivia’s mood. As if in a trance, shemoved forward, feeling for the top step with the toe of her shoe. Unable to look away from him for fear he would disappear, she stepped down without caution. It was instinct that got her to the bottom of the stairs, but it was fear that held her there. She had seen those dark eyes and that crooked smile too many nights in too many old dreams, but what did he have to do with the present chaos of their lives?
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    Trey had caught himself holding his breath as he rang the doorbell. It wasn’t until the door was opened and he saw a woman he took to be the housekeeper that he pulled himself together.
    â€œDetective Bonney to see Mr. Sealy.”
    Rose stepped aside as the policeman walked in. “Yes, Detective. He’s expecting you.”
    â€œI’m here,” Marcus said as he hurried down the hall and quickly shook Trey’s hand. Then he turned to Rose.
    â€œThank you, Rose. Bring some coffee to the library, will you?”
    â€œYes, sir. Right away.”
    Marcus was the picture of congeniality as he turned to Trey.
    â€œDetective Bonney?”
    Trey nodded as he shook Marcus Sealy’s hand and tried not to think of the irony of the situation. This was the man who had ended his relationship with Olivia because he considered neither Trey nor his family to be good enough for a Sealy. Now Trey was here tojudge the veracity of Marcus Sealy’s past. Marcus obviously didn’t recognize Trey or remember the name.
    â€œYes, I’m Detective Bonney. Thank you for seeing me. I know this must be a difficult time for your family.”
    Marcus kept a polite smile on his face, but Trey noted that the smile never reached his eyes.
    â€œI’m happy to do what I can to help you find the identity of the child who was murdered.”
    â€œThank you,” Trey said. “I’ll try not to take up too much of your time.”
    Marcus eyed the detective, then sighed. There was no getting past the inevitable. “Follow me, Detective Bonney. We can talk more comfortably in the library.”
    As Marcus turned, he saw Olivia at the foot of the stairs.
    â€œOlivia…darling…I didn’t know you were there. This is Detective Bonney. Detective…my granddaughter, Olivia Sealy.”
    Olivia was pale and shaking. Concerned that she felt so distressed over having the police in the house, Marcus slipped an arm around her shoulder and led her into the library, not even noticing the fact that the detective and Olivia had said not a word to each other.
    The moment Trey saw Olivia Sealy’s face, the last eleven