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closed her eyes, wondering what else the video had shown. ‘Shit.’
    Tuesday, April 5, 7.30 A.M .
     
    ‘Honey, what’s wrong?’
    Adele Shaffer looked over to see her husband lifting their daughter from her highchair for a hearty hug that had Allie squealing happily. Adele’s lips curved despite the knot in her gut. ‘I never get tired of hearing her laugh,’ she said.
    Baby on his hip, Darren planted a warm kiss on Adele’s mouth. ‘Me either. And you didn’t answer my question. What’s wrong?’
    Adele pointed at the television on the kitchen counter and gave an answer that would satisfy him. ‘There was a shooting this morning. They said it was a sniper.’
    Darren frowned. ‘No way. Not again?’
    ‘That’s what they said. You have to drive near there on your way to work.’
    He kissed her again, then passed Allie into her arms. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.’
    ‘You always say that,’ Adele murmured.
    ‘And I’m always fine,’ Darren said with a smile. ‘What are you going to do today?’
    ‘I’m meeting a client this afternoon. I finally got her to narrow her choices from about a thousand carpet samples to five.’ It was a lunch meeting, actually. After which she had an appointment with someone she hadn’t seen in years. Hadn’t needed to see.
    Didn’t want Darren to know she’d ever seen in the past, much less now.
    She’d put this off for as long as she was able. Hopefully one time would be enough.
    Darren tipped up her face. ‘Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll call you when I get to the office. You shouldn’t need to stop anywhere. I filled your gas tank last night.’
    Guilt swamped her. He was always doing nice things like that for her. He didn’t deserve to be lied to. But she didn’t think she could stand the look in his eyes if he knew the truth. ‘Thanks. I’ll be careful if you will.’
    ‘It’s a deal.’ He kissed the tip of her nose. ‘What’s for supper?’
    ‘Chicken and couscous, just how you like it.’
    He waggled his brows. ‘I can think of things I like a whole lot more.’
    She drew a breath, forced a smile. ‘Go to work, you letch. I’ll see you later.’
    She waited until she heard the front door close before letting the tears fall. Cuddling her baby close, she rocked them both. Please , she prayed, make it stop. Please. I’ll do anything, I promise. Just don’t let it be like it was before .
    Getting hold of herself, Adele turned the volume up on the TV. She heard the words ‘wife of convicted murderer Ramon Muñoz’, ‘execution’, and ‘probably not a random sniper’ and let out a relieved breath. At least the city was safe.
    Herself, not so much.
    Tuesday, April 5, 7.30 A.M .
     
    Silas was right, the man thought as he picked the lock to Denny Sandoval’s back door. Sandoval had long outlived his usefulness. Denny had to go. Especially if he’d had evidence that Elena had considered worth dying for.
    He entered the bar through the back door and thought back to the night he’d last been here. Six years had wrought changes, both in the bar and in his own life. Sandoval had spruced up his bar. And I am now very rich .
    He intended to stay that way. Whatever evidence Sandoval had kept here, he needed to get it back. He paused, listening. Sandoval was upstairs in his apartment over the bar. He crept up the stairs and stood outside Sandoval’s open bedroom door.
    The television was on. It was the news. The shooting, of course. A video was playing. His eyes narrowed as he watched the footage. What the hell?
    Elena had talked to the woman who’d tried to save her. God only knows what she told her Good Samaritan. Silas must have seen this. He should have taken out both women . But most disturbing was that Silas had lied about what truly transpired. Maybe Silas was outliving his usefulness, too.
    Sandoval appeared in his bedroom, backing out of his closet, a suitcase in his hand.
    Not so, little man. I want information . He wanted to know