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know if he was alive when…”
    She couldn’t say the words, but Ron knew what she was trying to ask.
    â€œI can’t really comment on that.”
    â€œOh God,” Sarah muttered. Fresh tears spilled and rolled down her face.
    Ron stifled a groan. What he was going to say was against everything he’d been taught about law enforcement, but seeing her misery was too painful.
    â€œLook…don’t quote me on this, and if you say I said this, I’ll deny every bit of it. However…if I was a betting man, I’d say your father was probably already dead before he was put in the trunk.”
    â€œWhy do you say that?” Sarah asked.
    â€œWhen we opened the trunk, the first thing I noticed was the crack in his skull. Whether he was still alive or not, I doubt he ever regained consciousness before he was dumped in the lake.”
    Sarah exhaled, then nodded slowly. “Thank you for that.”
    Gallagher shrugged. “Yes, ma’am…Well, as I said—”
    Before he could finish what he’d been going to say, a van pulled up beside them and three people jumped out.
    â€œSarah Whitman? Sarah Whitman? What do you have to say about your father’s body being found in Flagstaff Lake?”
    Sarah recoiled as if she’d been slapped. It was a nightmare straight out of her past: watching as her mother had been confronted in just such a manner, standing helplessly by as the people she loved were dragged through disgrace.
    Gallagher reacted with an angry curse.
    â€œGet out now or I’ll have you all arrested,” he yelled, but it was to no avail. The reporter saw his chance and was too persistent to let the threat of an arrest stop what would be his big scoop.
    â€œTell us, Miss Whitman…do you believe your father was killed by his accomplices?”
    Sarah spun and tried to make a break for her car, but they followed her, getting between her and her chance for escape.
    â€œLeave me alone,” she said, and tried to push through them, but the reporter shoved a microphone in her face while the other two had cameras turned on her, capturing her every reaction.
    â€œDo you have any hard feelings toward the people of Marmet?” the reporter asked. “Is there anyone you blame for—”
    Suddenly the sound of a powerful engine drowned out the rest of the reporter’s question. She turned just as a black sports car came to a sliding halt beside her. She stared, too surprised to comment, when the passenger door opened. Someone inside yelled at her to get in. She reacted before she thought, and was in the seat and slamming the door shut just as the car began to move.
    â€œBuckle up,” the driver said.
    Sarah reached for the seat belt without question. It was only after she’d buckled up and they were flying out of the area, leaving a tornado of autumn leaves flying in their wake, that she looked at her driver. For a moment she stared, trying to figure out why the profile was so familiar, and then he turned to her for a brief moment and smiled. At that point her heart skipped a beat. It had been twenty years since she’d seen that smile, but a girl never forgets her first crush.
    â€œSilk?”
    Tony grinned. “I go by Tony most of the time now, but…yes, Sarah Whitman, it’s me.”

Three
    I n the short space of time that Sarah had been in Tony DeMarco’s car, she had come to the conclusion that it was as sleek and seductive as the man behind the wheel. While trying not to stare, she’d still noticed the expensive cut of his clothes, the Rolex watch on his left wrist, the diamond ring on his right hand and the go-to-hell glitter in his eyes. She was grateful that he’d come along when he had and rescued her from the reporters, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around the reason he’d given for being here. He’d come all the way from Chicago for her? As much as she would have liked to