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FBI agent who's coming to investigate."
    Dan looked annoyed, not angry as I expected. "It's true I know Jack and I discussed Diane's death with him."
    I felt betrayed. "I don't understand."
    "He wants answers, so he told the FBI to snoop around." Paul thrust his chin forward belligerently. "Right?"
    "Now wait a minute." Dan was finally starting to sound angry. "It's not that easy. I can't snap my fingers and have the FBI open a case. I talked to Jack about it."
    "Who's Jack?" My gaze shifted from Dan to Paul.
    "Jack Tinsley," Dan said. "He's an agent with the FBI."
    Cold air seemed to envelop me, making goose bumps rise on my arms. I looked to my left, past Paul. John stood in the aisle between bookcases, watching us. His heavy brown gloves were clutched in one soot-covered hand and he stood with legs apart, as though getting his balance. He watched me with that same intent stare and a chill rippled through me, ghostly fingers tickling my spine.
    "Tinsley," John whispered. "It must be the same man."
    "What?" I leaned forward slightly when Paul moved, blocking my view of John. "Tinsley? That name sounds familiar."
    "It should," Dan said. His mild tone of voice made me turn my attention back to him. He was watching me with those deep brown eyes. "You know him."
    John moved from the shadows into the more brightly lit space around the tables. He seemed to glide across the dark brown carpeted floor, his booted feet moving but making no sound as he stepped. I heard voices murmuring behind us but otherwise the only other noise was the faint hum of the air conditioning as it kicked on.
    "What?" I shook my head, trying to rattle intelligence into the confusion I felt. "How could I know an FBI agent?"
    "He was engaged to your sister-in-law."
    I thought of Connie, married to my brother Sam. "What?"
    "He was engaged to your husband's sister."
    I struggled to make sense of what he said. John's sister? Amy was a widow, living in Baltimore. Her husband had died almost fifteen years earlier. Memory tugged at my mind, flooding me with knowledge as full understanding dawned. "Are you kidding? He's the guy--" I swallowed hard. "Amy was engaged to a cop who killed her son by mistake. Is he the guy?"
    Dan nodded. "Didn't you ever meet him?"
    I shook my head but stopped when I saw John smile. "Did I meet him? Was he at a family gathering?" I struggled to remember. Amy's son Mark was killed about four years ago. Before that, she and Mark came to Tangle Butte for a family reunion or...a funeral.
    "Remember?" John said softly. "It was Uncle Leland's funeral."
    I nodded at the recollection. Amy and Mark came home for the funeral. A man came with them. John and I went home for the weekend and...
    Memories faded. "Maybe I did," I said. "I don't remember it very well. It was a while ago and there were a bunch of people." I stared at Dan, perplexed. "What a coincidence."
    Paul shot me a disbelieving look. "I don't believe in coincidences."
    "I admit I called Jack," Dan said, his voice cool. He seemed totally unconcerned about Paul's angry looks and my incredulous ones. "He and I have been friends for years. He was injured recently in the line of duty and getting bored with desk work. I asked him to look at the evidence in Diane's case, to help keep his mind occupied. When he discovered that his ex-fiancée's family was involved, he dug deeper."
    "And what did he find?" Paul demanded sarcastically.
    Dan glanced to the right, where John stood watching us. "Do you know him?"
    I gaped at Dan. "What?"
    "That guy." He nodded toward John.
    I turned my head to follow his gaze.
     

Chapter 3
     
    I sagged back in the chair when I saw Michael Bennington heading our way, striding through the aisle of bookcases looking like an Esquire advertisement come to life in his dark brown golf shirt, khaki pants and brown leather loafers. I rolled my eyes. Just what I needed, Michael the Drama King.
    "I asked Michael to join us," Paul said. "John was his friend, too."
    "And