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is as “worse” as you can get. The elation I felt about my new apartment evaporated. Questions flooded my mind. “Trey found her?” That was strange, and a little too coincidental for me. “They broke up. How could she be dead? She’s been dating Blake Ellsworth, hasn’t she?” As if that could prevent her from dying. “Did Trey really want to reconcile with her?”
    â€œI don’t have the answers,” Brian replied.
    I couldn’t wrap my head around that, or stop rambling. Okay, she wasn’t my favorite person, or even in the top five of my favorite people, but I’d never, ever wish her harm. Tears filled my eyes.
    Brian took my hand. I didn’t withdraw it. Let Lola walk in. I didn’t care. He’d been mine first.
    â€œWait. How did Trey know she was dead?”
    â€œThe news report said he called 911, remember? They sent the police and an ambulance.”
    â€œAre they sure? Sure she’s dead, I mean? Maybe it’s one of those things where the person can’t move and appears dead, but they really aren’t. I saw that on a
Twilight Zone
episode once. Did they check to make sure her eyes weren’t moving?”
    â€œMolly, I don’t think that’s the case here.”
    â€œMy God. I can’t believe it.”
    â€œMe, neither,” said Brian. “She was so excited about the Calista Sugar Pink.”
    I jumped off my chair. “Oh my God. You don’t think that Trey . . . that he . . . that he . . . killed her, do you?”
    He stared at me for a second. “Over her apple discovery? I can’t picture that.”
    â€œAre you kidding? Don’t be naive. It would mean fame and fortune for him. Never mind everything that’s happened between his family and the Danforths since the beginning of time. He threatened the Jandellas with a gun. He thinks the Calista Sugar Pink belongs to him. He said it was on land that really belongs to his family.”
    â€œA fake gun. I still can’t see Trey as a cold-blooded killer.”
    â€œMaybe he was mad because Calista dumped him, and he was jealous of Blake. Maybe Blake’s next.”
    Brian blew out a breath. “You’re jumping to conclusions. We’ll have to wait and see what the police find.”
    â€œSay she was murdered, but it wasn’t Trey,” I mused out loud. “What if there’s a crazed serial killer running around?” The thought of being alone in my apartment later sent chills skittering down my spine.
    â€œIt could have been natural causes.”
    I frowned. “She was only fifty-six, Bri, and looked about forty. She was perfectly healthy as far as I know. She wouldn’t suddenly drop dead.”
    â€œI agree it’s unlikely, but it’s been known to happen.”
    I shook my head. “No. Someone killed her. I feel it.”
    â€œYou want to stay here for the night?” he asked gently. “You look a little freaked.”
    He was always good at reading my mind and gauging my feelings. For a second it was almost as if we were still married, but I quickly squashed that feeling. No need to go down that rocky road right now. “What about Lola? If she doesn’t want me in the apartment over the garage I can’t imagine she’d want me in the bedroom down the hall from you.”
    â€œShe’ll understand. I’m talking to her later tonight.” He glanced at the clock on the microwave. “She’s got a yoga class until eight. I’ll call her then. Go get your pajamas and whatever else you need. I’ll order a pizza for dinner. Maybe Lola can join us.”
    Peachy. I wasn’t so sure Lola would understand my presence, but I’d rather risk her wrath in the safety of Brian’s house than the wrath of a serial killer alone in my bedroom.

Chapter Four
    I opened my eyes to sun streaming in between the blinds. I remembered