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  “I had a forensics team take a look at Payton’s computer and we found several emails had been deleted from all the folders in her account.”

  Jaslene noticed how Cal waited for any kind of reaction from the doctor. She didn’t see any. He looked confused.

  “The emails that were deleted were correspondence between you and Payton. You had lunch with her and made arrangements to meet her for dinner.”

  The doctor lifted his head as though something finally dawned on him. “Ah. Yes. I did meet her for lunch. She needed a chiropractor, so I planned to introduce her to one.”

  Jaslene remembered Payton had mentioned wanting to find a chiropractor, though she hadn’t mentioned what doctor she was seeing or that she’d met him.

  “The chiropractor couldn’t make it, though.”

  “So it was just you and Payton,” Cal said.

  “Yes.”

  “Were you having an affair with her?” Jaslene asked.

  The doctor turned to her. “I’m married.”

  “That’s why I called it an affair.”

  “I could lose my medical license having affairs with patients.”

  He hadn’t really answered the question. Was he avoiding the truth? Or had he just admitted to an affair by way of omission?

  “Did you see her again after you had lunch?” Cal asked.

  “I don’t remember. I don’t think so.”

  He didn’t remember? Jaslene didn’t believe him.

  “Did you meet her outside the office any other time before that?” Cal asked.

  The doctor hesitated. “You said Payton has been missing?”

  “Yes. For seven months now.”

  “I didn’t know.” His head lowered as though he fell into thought. “She is a lovely woman. I enjoyed our friendship.”

  “You were friends?” Cal asked.

  “Not close. Otherwise I’d have known she went missing, wouldn’t I?”

  “One would think,” Cal said. “Do you always meet patients outside your clinic?”

  “Not always. Payton didn’t have time to drive to the clinic so I told her I’d meet her. That’s when we had lunch.”

  “Did you meet her any other times or for any other reasons?” Cal asked again.

  Jaslene wondered if Cal was trying to fool him into answering or catch him in a lie.

  “Are you asking me these questions because you think I had something to do with her disappearance?”

  “Did you?” Cal asked.

  “No. If the police want to question me, then they can. As far as I can see, I don’t have to answer any of yours.”

  Clearly they would get nowhere with this man. Why had he initially denied meeting Payton?

  * * *

  Cal opened the door for Jaslene as they left the medical building, seeing how she flashed a glance at him as she passed. The side of her breast brushed his arm and her gaze turned smoky. He felt his own reaction to that, an ignition of desire he had to quickly squash.

  “What do you think?” she asked as they walked toward his SUV.

  “That it’s strange he met Payton outside of the clinic and didn’t have an affair with her.” And that he was so evasive about meeting her at all.

  “And that he wouldn’t say whether he met Payton outside the office more than once.”

  He glanced at her with a nod. She had echoed his next thought. “Yes, that, too.” Did he not admit to an affair to protect his marriage? Had neither told anyone about it or had there really been no affair? Even if they had, keeping it secret didn’t mean he killed her. He also could have been evasive for the same reason—to protect his marriage.

  “Payton isn’t the kind of woman who’d tell her lover’s wife,” Jaslene said. “She wouldn’t threaten to, either. I’d be more inclined to believe she was the one who ended the relationship because it was wrong.”

  “If there was an affair.”

  “There had to have been. Why else would he have skirted around the questions?” she asked.

  “I’m leaning toward affair as well, but he may not have anything to do with Payton’s disappearance. He may only want to protect his marriage.” Cal was on the fence as to whether his sense of suspicion held any merit.

  “How far would he go to do that?” She stopped walking all of a sudden.

  Cal followed her gaze to a man sitting in an old Ford pickup, smoking a cigarette and watching them. He wore a baseball hat over brown hair and Cal knew from the files he had read that his eyes were also brown. He was five-ten and a scrawny hundred and seventy-five pounds.

  Riley Sawyer.

  “I saw him about a month ago. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of my house.”

  “Watching you?”

  She nodded. “I threatened to call the police and he left, but not before telling me it was my fault Payton was dead. He said if I hadn’t interfered, they would still be together and she would have never been kidnapped.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Jaslene turned to look at him. “I only saw him that one time.”

  “But he threatened you.”

  “He’s not the sharpest cheese in the deli. He was always overreacting when he was with Payton. I thought it was a onetime thing and he was eliminated as a suspect. If I saw him again, I would have told you.”

  “If anything happens that seems off, no matter how insignificant it is, tell me.”

  She nodded. “He blamed me for Payton’s death. That means he’s upset she’s gone. Why would he kill her?”

  “Why does anyone kill? He might have realized he would never have her again and then decided he had to make sure no one else would, either. He may have killed her in the heat of passion. Maybe he didn’t mean to.”

  He saw Jaslene consider that as her expression turned graver. Riley puffed on his cigarette, still calmly watching them. What a creepoid.

  She rubbed her arm as though chilled.

  Riley threw out his cigarette and formed a gun with his hand, pulling an imaginary trigger as he aimed at Jaslene.

  Jaslene inhaled. “Did he just...”

  Incensed that the man would dare to make such a gesture, Cal started walking toward him. Riley pulled out onto the street and vanished into traffic.

  Returning to Jaslene, he put his hand on her lower back and guided her toward his SUV.

  “We’ll take another look at his alibi.”

  She didn’t respond but he felt her lean a little closer to him. “Doesn’t it scare you to chase after people like that?”

  He opened the passenger door for her but she didn’t get in. She faced him.

  “No. It was a bit of an adrenaline rush at first but I got used to it.”

  “In Texas? What did you do there?”

  “I joined the army reserves. Did that part-time while I went to college for criminal justice. After that I was a state trooper for a few years before I became a ranger.”

  “And then you came here?”

  “Hop in.” He didn’t feel like talking about that right now. Not only was it too personal, it also dredged up memories he didn’t want in his head.

  She eyed him peculiarly before climbing up into the SUV. He walked around the front and got in beside her, starting the engine.

  “Why here?” she asked. “You could go anywhere to get away from your family. Why Chesterville?”

  “My ex-wife’s family lives here.”

  A heavy silence passed. With a sigh, Cal didn’t pull out into traffic. Now she’d be too curious to let it go. That was another bad memory he didn’t want cluttering his head.

  “You were married?” she asked.

  “Divorced. Two years ago.”

  “Oh.”

  Was he mistaken or did she sound relieved? He looked at her. With her head bent and
hands in her lap, she seemed sad. Why?

  “Are you all right?”

  “I was married, too,” she said quietly.

  “Did you have as much fun with your divorce as I did with mine?” he asked, his voice full of sarcasm.

  “I wasn’t divorced. My husband was shot during a road rage incident. Also two years ago.”

  Cal felt like an ass. “I’m sorry.”

  “Two other drivers were driving erratically. My husband was on his way home from work and was caught between them. The one with the gun passed my husband’s car on the passenger side and the other road rager passed him on the driver’s side. The shooter shot and hit Ryan.”

  That was terrible. She must still be heartbroken. Roman had them both pegged. Something had happened to make Jaslene shy away from love, just like him. She had a bigger reason. How devoted was she to her late husband?

  She had to be dealing with some serious grief, or had over the last two years. And now she would likely have to bury another person she loved.

  “Jaslene, you should prepare yourself for not finding Payton alive. In most cases when a victim is missing this long, we’re looking for a body, not a live person.”

  She met his gaze unhappily. “I know.”

  He reached over and put his hand on hers, taking it and giving her a supportive squeeze. She smiled, still sadly, but he could tell his action touched her. It had been a long time since he’d connected with anyone, a woman. Betrayal had made him withdraw from getting too personal.

  “Talking to that doctor made me realize something.”

  “What?” What could a doctor, a stranger, have to say that would give her an epiphany?

  “If he did have an affair with Payton, it wasn’t planned. Payton wouldn’t have gotten involved with a married man if she could have avoided falling for him. And Dr. Benjamin seems like a nice person. He didn’t get insulted when we asked him about an affair.”

  “He has a good bedside manner.” A man like that could fool a lot of women.

  “But I can see how it could happen. I know how it can happen.”

  She turned her head and looked out the window, putting her hand to her mouth. He could feel her tension.

  “What do you mean you know?” He began to get a bad feeling about this. Did she have something else she’d kept hidden, like the good doctor had?

  “Before my husband was killed...”

  He predicted what she would say and everything in him went rigid.

  “Let me guess...you had an affair.” Just when he thought he’d connected with another woman she turned around and revealed she was no different from his ex-wife. That’s why he didn’t date much. He didn’t trust women. He preferred to have solid confidence that his significant other wasn’t the type to sneak around with other men.

  She looked at him. “It’s not what you think.”

  He yanked the gear into Reverse and backed out onto the street. “It never is.”

  “Why are you so mad?”

  “Thanks for being so honest. I do appreciate that.” He couldn’t help snapping at her as he drove down the street.

  “Wha—How dare you!”

  “How dare I? You’re the one who cheated on her husband right before he got himself shot to death. Did he know?”

  Her mouth had dropped open.

  “Did he?”

  “No.”

  What was that old saying? Once a cheater, always a cheater? Cal would be sure to steer wide and clear of this one.

  “I didn’t cheat,” she said. “Not really.”

  He wanted to ask her what her definition of “not really” was. “Did you kiss him?”

  Her lack of reply gave him the answer he needed.

  “Why are you so mad? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “That’s exactly what my wife said when I read her text messages with another man.”

  “Ah.” Jaslene nodded. “That’s why you were divorced. Your wife cheated and now you think every woman is the same.”

  “Not every woman. Only the ones who cheat.”

  She gaped at him again. He could feel her anger and outrage and wondered why. How could she find herself faultless?

  “You don’t even know what happened.”

  He didn’t need to.

  “My wife tried to tell me her excuses, too. I didn’t want to hear any details. After I found the texts, I followed her. What I saw with my own eyes was plenty.”

  “You saw them...naked?”

  “No. I saw them start to get undressed in a bedroom. His bedroom. When I confronted her later, she denied it until I threw the text messages in her face and told her I saw her. Then she admitted it. I left and filed for a divorce the next day.”

  “Wow. You are bitter.”

  “Wouldn’t you be?” Cal didn’t even like thinking his ex-wife’s name. She was just his past now.

  After several seconds she said quietly, “Yes.” And then after additional seconds, she added, “But I wouldn’t be so quick to judge others who once found themselves in awkward situations.”

  He didn’t respond. He didn’t want to hear her side of the story. The only side he’d like to hear was her husband’s, but he was dead and didn’t even know his wife had been unfaithful. Still, there was something in the way she’d said she hadn’t done anything wrong. Did she mean because she hadn’t slept with another man, only kissed him? He didn’t care. She’d said it herself: she’d found herself in an awkward situation and didn’t have enough respect for the man she married to stop things from escalating. Bitter? Oh, yeah. He was bitter, all right. Every time he met a woman like Jaslene, someone he might be able to get intimate with, he was reminded of the pain he had suffered.

  Cal had made himself a promise that if he ever found another woman, he could trust he’d be sure of two things. One, she would need to handle his work schedule; and two, he wouldn’t choose someone who would ever cheat. He’d stay true to that promise. He’d rather be alone than risk that kind of betrayal again. Funny, before he’d caught his former wife with another man, he never imagined how much it would bother him. He supposed no one did...until it happened to them.

  That’s what Jaslene didn’t understand. She didn’t realize the consequences of immoral, disrespectful decisions, what they did to those closest, to the one they married and once claimed to love.

  Cal had realized something about himself, thanks to his ex-wife. Honor and integrity, the truth, were far more important to him than love. These feelings of attraction he had for Jaslene had to stop. He could never get involved with a woman like her.

  Chapter 3

  The next day, Jaslene put one harness boot down onto the slushy pavement and alighted from Cal’s SUV. She couldn’t look at him without anger flaring. She didn’t tell him what happened in her awkward situation because he had labeled her without having the facts.

  “I’ll be back in about an hour,” he said.

  She turned back to see his handsome face, dark hair neatly trimmed and blue eyes glowing even on this dreary day. Irritation joined her temper. Why on earth was he still so attractive to her?

  “Okay.” She hated how attracted she was to him, a man who was so quick to judge.

  Shutting the door harder than necessary, she ducked her head from the spitting snow and hurried into Pinocchio’s. The hostess led her to where Catherine and Tatum already sat at a tall bistro table along the front window.

  “Sorry I’m late.” She sat on a chair next to the window, feeling a chill radiating through the glass.

  “Who’s the hottie?” Tatum asked, as Cal pulled out into a break in traffic, windshield wipers swiping big snowflakes clear.

  Jaslene watched him disappear up the road, his profile blurred by moisture on the windows of the car and the restaurant, but still managing to imprint on her brain.

>   “Detective Chelsey,” she said tersely, hanging her purse on the back of the chair.

  “The detective you’ve been complaining about?” Catherine asked.

  Jaslene shrugged out of her long black jacket and let it fall over the back of the chair, wishing they wouldn’t go there.

  “You’re kind of edgy,” Tatum said. “Is he still going nowhere with the case?”

  “He dropped her off for lunch,” Catherine pointed out. “They’ve been getting close.”

  Tatum observed Jaslene, scrutinizing her. “Have you?”

  “You look nice today,” Catherine said.

  “She does,” Tatum added.

  “Would you two stop?” Jaslene had worn a long black sweater over heavy tights, nothing sexy but she wouldn’t admit she’d taken more care getting ready today than she usually did. She wanted to make Cal squirm somehow for the things he had said to her.

  “What happened to you?” Catherine asked with a sly smile.

  “Nothing. What do you mean?”

  “You haven’t had a single nice thing to say about that detective and now he’s dropping you off for lunch?” Catherine said. “Where were you before that? Obviously you were with him.”

  “I was at his new office. He left the force to join a private detective agency.”

  “Ooh, a man of action.” Tatum fanned herself. “Apparently, he’s not the slacker you had him made out to be.”

  “I never thought he was a slacker.” Jaslene looked for a waitress, eager to get on with this before her friends exaggerated her relationship with Cal. Just because he dropped her off didn’t mean there was something romantic going on between them.

  “Not smart, then,” Catherine said.

  “No, I never thought that, either.” She had always thought he was shrewdly intelligent. “He just seemed to...not care very much, or...not have any feelings about anything, really. But he quit the force because his boss was going to reassign him.”

  Tatum drew her head back and Catherine froze as she lifted her water glass.

  “Wow. He...quit his job for you?” Tatum asked.

  “No, not for me. To investigate freely.” Her annoyance came out in her tone.