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shook her head. “They haven’t been able to identify the body.”
    â€œI’m not a forensics guy, Mrs. Price. What makes you think I can?”
    â€œI can’t live like this,” Lucy said with resolve. “Looking over my shoulder all the time, afraid that he’ll come back and finish what he started.”
    â€œWhy would he? You haven’t told anyone this but me. Right? You haven’t even told the police.”
    She shook her head. “He kept asking, how’d I known? How’d I known?”
    â€œAbout Harris?”
    â€œI don’t think he was asking about Chuck. He was frantic, determined to find out how I knew about … something.”
    â€œYou think that he believed you knew about the money?”
    â€œYes,” she said after a long hesitation. The wheels in her head were spinning too fast. Lucy had to convince him to take this job.
    Medlock sat back, absorbing all this. “So you want to contact Marlowe Price.”
    â€œTo talk to her.” Lucy shrugged. “The media is starting to speculate that she killed him. Maybe it’s not so much Ed that I’m asking you to investigate,” she reluctantly admitted. “Maybe it’s that other woman, and maybe she knows more about Ed than I do. If she killed him, then I can finally come forward with what I know. And Chuck Harris’s family can find some closure. I have so many unanswered questions. Why’d he marry her? The police said that he married this other woman seven months ago. I confronted him about Chuck a month later. I can’t help but wonder if she knew what Ed was up to and if she was in on it, too.”
    â€œIf she killed him, you don’t really expect her to confess to me, do you?”
    â€œI don’t know what I expect, Mr. Medlock,” she admitted. “I don’t think it’s what she tells us, so much as what she doesn’t tell us that will give me the answers I need. If she can offer insight into Ed, things that I don’t know, then maybe that’s enough.”
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    Lucy stared out the big picture window in her living room at the beautiful views of the Flatiron mountain range she’d fallen in love with when she and Ed found this house. Roman Medlock had agreed to go back to his office and at least start to toss around ideas for what could be done, if anything, to determine if visiting Marlowe Brown was worth his time and Lucy’s money.
    Finding out about that other woman had struck a nerve in a way she hadn’t expected it to. Ed had terrorized Lucy before he’d left, making the kinds of promises she’d never expected the man she loved to make to her. He’d literally threatened to kill her. When she’d heard the news, Lucy immediately concluded that Ed had to have been insane. How else could anything he’d done since they’d been married, maybe even before she married him, be explained?
    Had Marlowe been in on this whole money-laundering scheme with him? The police had told Lucy that the two of them had met when he attended a conference in Cancun. Lucy’s imagination had been running wild with speculation over Ed and Marlowe’s relationship ever since she’d found out about it, and for some unknown reason, she needed to know who this woman was to her husband and what role Marlowe had played in his crimes and in his death, if in fact he really was dead.
    As the sun finally set, Lucy turned off all the lights and checked to make sure all the doors and windows were locked. Since Ed had left, she’d had the locks changed and a security system installed, with cameras all around the outside of the house. Lucy had even thought about buying a dog, a big, mean one, anything to keep him away from her. She went upstairs, showered, and crawled into bed. Ed’s life insurance policy wouldn’t pay until it was determined, conclusively, that the body in Texas was his.