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for them to do. He was feeling a touch nostalgic just thinking about her. And so, he felt kindly toward Sally. Finally, he asked gently, “And then what happened?”
    Sally brought her head back down and opened her eyes. “And then, Fred came out. I tried to stop the girl from leaving, but she didn’t struggle or put up much resistance at all. I called Fred to help me. He came over and held the girl while I called the police.”
    Jake waited for her to continue.
    “The girl seemed confused. She said she didn’t know what had happened. She didn’t believe us when we told her she’d shot Mr. Robinson.”
    “Yes,” Annie said. “She told us the same thing. That she doesn’t remember.”
    Sally frowned. “How could someone not remember? It seems odd to me.”
    “Yes, it certainly does,” Annie said. “We’re trying to understand it as well.”
    “And then, the police came and arrested her,” Sally said. “A nice policeman asked me a few questions and gave me a ride home. I certainly was in no condition to take the bus.”
    “Mrs. Flint,” Annie said, and then hesitated. “Is it possible Mr. Robinson was having an affair?”
    Sally seemed offended by the question. “Oh, no. Never. His wife dropped by from time to time. They’re such a lovely couple.” She shook her head, frowning. “I would find it hard to believe anything like that was going on.”
    Annie smiled an apology. “I had to ask. We’re looking for a motive.” She paused before asking, “Can you think of anyone who would want to harm Mr. Robinson? Any enemies you know of?”
    Sally shook her head. “Not that I know of. Everybody loved him.”
    There was silence for a few moments as Annie jotted in her notepad.
    Finally, Jake asked, “Do you live by yourself?”
    “Yes, yes. My husband passed on a few years ago. A bad heart. He worked for Bonfield for many years, and dear Mr. Robinson gave me a job after my Billy passed.”
    Annie looked concerned. “Will you be ok here by yourself?” she asked.
    Sally sighed and smiled thinly. “I’ll be ok. I’ve had a bit of heartache in my life.”
    “Be sure to call if you need someone to talk to,” Annie said. “In the meantime, can you think of anything else about this morning?”
    “I believe that’s all,” Sally said, her voice barely rising above a whisper.
    Jake stood and offered his hand. “Thanks for seeing us.”
    Annie stood and dropped her notepad into her handbag and dug out a business card. She handed it to Sally. “Here’s our number. Feel free to call.”
    Sally stood, followed them to the door and let them out.
    After they made it down the walkway to the road and climbed into the car, Annie turned to Jake. “Such a sweet lady. I do hope she’ll be ok.”
    Jake shrugged as he pushed the key into the ignition and started the Firebird. “She’ll be all right,” he said.

     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
    Monday, August 22nd, 7:08 PM
     
    OLIVER CRAIG dropped the folder onto his desk and raised his head as he heard a light tapping on his office door. He looked toward the sound. “Yes, what is it?” he demanded, annoyance in his voice.
    The heavy oak door inched open, and a middle-aged woman stepped into the office, one hand tucked into the pocket of her simple white uniform. “He would like to see you, sir,” she said.
    “I’ll be right there.”
    The woman turned, and the soft patter of her comfortable nurses’ shoes on the marble floor faded away.
    Craig pushed back his chair, his dark eyes thoughtful, as he stared across the luxurious room. Father was dying; there was no doubt about that. He’d been dying for more than a year, but it now appeared he could be in his last days. When his father had first been diagnosed with a brain tumor, he’d entrusted Oliver with information on research Oliver was unaware his father had been involved in. Hundreds of files, years of important and valuable research. Research that was now going to make him rich beyond