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Martin could honestly say he didn’t know Jasper would be with another woman. His big fuck-up was making that dumb ass call to Gorton. Jesus, what was he thinking?
    Lights came on. He turned and noticed Francis, in the doorway, staring at him. “What’s wrong?”
    He realized now that he had to tell her. She was his partner in everything. He couldn’t bear keeping it from her. And he needed to tell someone to get it out. As if that would somehow purge the wrong.
    â€œI made a mistake before. A terrible mistake.”
    â€œThat phone call?”
    â€œI wasn’t thinking. Too much wine. Later when you asked me about it, I was still shocked. But that’s no excuse for lying to you.”
    â€œWho called?”
    â€œWes Jasper. Thursday he asked if he could use our house in Anguilla for the weekend. I assumed it was for a trip with Linda. With all this Supreme Court stuff and the dinner party going on, I forgot to tell you.”
    â€œWhat happened?”
    â€œHe didn’t go with Linda. He went with another woman. Some Vanessa. I don’t know who she is.”
    â€œOur house.” Francis sounded irate. “He used our house for screwing around.”
    Then the name Vanessa clicked for Martin. He remembered at the office of the Senate Armed Services Committee Jasper introducing him to a drop-dead gorgeous woman, a Vanessa.
    â€œShe may have worked for Jasper’s committee. I’m not sure. Anyhow, she drowned.”
    Francis seemed too stunned to speak.
    â€œIt was an accident. Jasper said he nearly drowned trying to save her.”
    â€œNoble of him. Idiot! Is he so out to lunch he forgot about his wife, his children?”
    â€œThanks to me. They may not find out.”
    â€œWhat’d you do?”
    â€œCalled Gorton and asked him to move Vanessa’s body. Then helped Jasper leave Anguilla. He shouldn’t be tied to her death.”
    â€œYou didn’t! You didn’t really do that, did you?”
    â€œHoney, it’s our house. If it came out, I was afraid it would have destroyed my chance for an appointment to chief justice.”
    â€œOh Andrew, this is awful! It’s so unfair to have this happen to you with all of the great things you’ve accomplished. You just made an impulsive decision to help your best friend who put you in a terrible position. And the woman was already dead before you did anything.”
    â€œI know, but …”
    â€œCome to bed. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

Israel
    A llison and Zahava were watching three men and two women sifting through the dirt. “I found something!” Dora cried out in excitement. She clutched what looked to Allison like a pottery fragment, raising it high over her head.
    â€œLet me have a look.”
    Before Dora handed it over, the cell phone on the belt of Allison’s khaki pants rang. She checked caller ID. It was not a number she recognized. A 264 area code. Where’s that?
    Allison walked away from the others.
    â€œIs this Allison Boyd?” a man asked in a British accent.
    â€œYes it is. Who’s calling?”
    â€œThe name’s Har Stevens. I’m the police commissioner on the island of Anguilla in the Caribbean. I found your name and phone number in the wallet of a woman named Vanessa Boyd. Are you related to her?”
    Oh my God. What happened? Her knees felt wobbly. She took two steps to a chair and sunk into it. “She’s my twin sister. Has something happened to her?”
    â€œUnfortunately, Miss Boyd, I have to inform you that your sister drowned.”
    â€œNo!” Allison shrieked. “No! … No!”
    Zahava rushed to her side.
    â€œI’m very sorry. But, I didn’t have anyone else to call.”
    â€œOh, Vanessa. Oh, Vanessa,” Allison placed the phone in her lap and cried. When she picked it up again, tears were streaming down her cheeks. “What happened?”
    â€œYour