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down?"
    Without waiting for an answer, she leads us out of the kitchen and into a surprisingly spacious living room where she sits down in a large club chair. The only option open to Drew and I is the equally large sofa. Drew sits down and I opt to lean against the fireplace mantle and stay standing. This allows me to see her in profile, as she keeps her attention on Drew, while he goes over the day's events with her. I'm only half listening but closely observe her body language, more interested in what she might be hiding than what she actually shares. Yet after half an hour of detailed questioning, her body tells me nothing more than that she must have some Latin blood in her. It's the way her hands seem to fly around, emphasizing what her mouth is saying. Her small hands captivate me and each time they move I find myself thinking how they'd feel on my skin. Not sure where that comes from. She sure as hell is nothing like the women I occasionally hook up with. Just like Drew, I gravitate toward tall, leggy and preferably stacked. Not short, round and trying hard to be invisible. But she's not really invisible, is she? Not to Drew either. He seems as intrigued by the subtle hints of a bright fire underneath as I am. Still, when she describes noticing me at the diner and recognizing me in the Walkers’ driveway, her posture shrinks, as if she's making herself as small as possible.
    I am quickly able to deduct the fact that this woman is not knowingly involved but harbors suspicions of her own about the land sales. Two other things become clear to me though; she works hard at being overlooked, keeping her head down and her light hidden, and I've wounded her. It’s glaringly obvious by her cold body language and icy demeanor. Both directed only at me. Dammit.
    The only time she briefly looks at me is when Drew invites me to explain my involvement.
    "Oh wait!" she cries out, scrambling out of her seat and disappearing into the kitchen. She comes back with her purse in one hand and waving an envelope in the other. "I forgot I still had this, the letter I was supposed to hand deliver."
    With a quick look in my direction, Drew takes the envelope and rips it open. His face hardens before handing it to me.
    Dear Mr. and Mrs. Walker,
    I am writing you out of concern. I may have come across as aggressive in pursuing the sale of your property in the past, but I am not ruthless. Unfortunately it would appear that I have unwittingly thrown in my hat with a buyer who has somewhat different views on the methods of persuasion. I'm therefore strongly encouraging you to take the last offer I proposed in order to avoid undue pressure placed on you.
    Yours respectfully,
    Martin G. Vedica
    Son of a bitch.

CHAPTER THREE
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    "What is it? What does it say?"
    A chill runs down my back when I see the grave looks the sheriff and Malachi exchange, before collectively turning to me.
    "Where is your boss?" Malachi asks, without answering my question.
    "San Antonio—why? What's in the letter?"
    "And he's expected back when?"
    "I talked to him this morning, he says Monday. But what—" I try again but he turns away and addresses Sheriff Carmel, cutting me off.
    "We need to get into the office."
    "Not sure we'll be able to get a warrant signed before Monday, my friend. If there's enough here for one to begin with."
    "Then I'll go in," he offers in his deep rumbling voice, but the other man shakes his head.
    "Can't do that, Mal. It would make whatever you come up with unusable."
    "Inadmissible maybe, but not unusable."
    Tired of being ignored I clear my throat. "Excuse me—but can someone tell me what's going on?"
    Wordlessly, Malachi hands me the letter, which I have to read twice to make sure I understand.
    "I was right," I say out loud, with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.
    "What are you talking about?" the investigator asks, but instead of addressing him—the poison of his words burrowing under my skin—I turn to the sheriff. "I've