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total despair washing over her pretty features.
    “All this time, Vic, I’ve always trusted you,” she said quietly, as though she and Vic were alone in their living room. “But maybe whoever sent this text is right. Maybe I should have my doubts about you!”
    Behind her, Ellie Marvin stepped closer and reached out to touch her daughter’s shoulder, but Syd pulled away. The cameras pulled in closer, no doubt hoping to catch a dramatic pronouncement.
    “I can’t do this anymore!” she went on, her voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd watching and the music still blaring from the stereo. “At least, not like this.” She grabbed her left hand and jerked off her ring, flinging it at Vic’s head.
    “The wedding is off!”

A BRUNCH OF DRAMA
     
    T he next morning I picked up Bess and George in my Prius and headed for the Hotel Bristol, where we were meeting Syd—and what remained of the bridal party—for brunch.
    “So what do we think really happened?” Bess asked as we pulled into the parking lot to the rear of the hotel. “Have you given it any more thought, Nance? Who do we think set Vic up?”
    I smiled, pulling into a parking space and shutting off the car. “Who, me?” I asked. “Did I give any more thought to this last night? Hmmm, let me try to remember.”
    George snorted, leaning forward from the backseat. “A better question would be, did you sleep at all, Nance?” she asked. “And what’s the working theory now? I know you’ve been going over this all night.”
    “Well,” I affirmed, “I did talk to Vic before we left last night, but he wasn’t in the best place to help me.”
    “He seemed pretty crushed,” Bess agreed, biting her lip.
    “Yeah.” I sighed. It was hard to watch a couple who so clearly loved each other going through so much strife. “He was really stunned by Syd’s announcement. He must have told me a hundred times: Pandora just dropped into his lap, and someone must have snapped the picture in the two seconds or so before he stood up and knocked her off.”
    George looked at me, her eyes holding a suspicious gleam. “Did you believe him?” she asked. “Because another theory is, he really was flirting with Pandora, and whoever snapped the picture was just being a friend to Syd.”
    I shrugged. “I really believe him,” I affirmed. “If he was faking being crushed, then he’s a far better actor than I ever would have thought. And I mean, we can’t be a hundred percent sure of anything in this case. But I do believe that Vic is really devoted to Syd.”
    Bess frowned. “This may be a dumb question, but did Vic notice who shot the photo?” she asked. “Did he have any idea who might have set him up?”
    I shook my head. “No. He said he couldn’t think of anyone.”
    “Hmm.” Bess sighed, looking thoughtful.
    “I do have one theory though,” I said, pulling out my own PDA and pressing a few buttons. “It can’t be anyone who’s in this photo, right?”
    Lifting up my cell phone, I showed Bess and George the photo on the screen: the same photo Syd had freaked out over, showing Pandora sitting on Vic’s lap at the poker table.
    “Whoa! How did you get a copy?” George asked, moving closer to get a better look.
    I smiled. “Before we left, I asked to borrow Syd’s phone,” I replied. “Then I just forwarded the message to myself. I figured she was too upset to bother her with it.”
    “Huh,” Bess murmured, leaning in to get a better look.
    The photo was small, and zoomed in close on Pandora and Vic. But still, if I looked carefully and squinted really hard, I could make out most of Vic’s friends and groomsmen in the crowd.
    “The only guys missing,” I said as George and Bess squinted to make out all the people in the photo, “are Jamal and Dragon. Which means our suspects are…”
    “…Jamal and Dragon,” George piped up with an of course tone to her voice.
    “But that’s not all,” Bess put in. “We also saw Aunt Ellie and