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‘I don’t know’

‘Is that true?’

The silence stretched on She could see hi not to fall in, trying to cling to the rational rock of his brain But eventually that rock betrayed hiether

‘I love her Loved her’ He put his head softly in his hands, as though cradling hi out of his dark hair

‘Why did you divorce?’

He rubbed his face and looked at her, suddenly bleary

‘It was her idea, but I think I pushed her to it I was too chicken shit to do it myself’

‘Why did you want to?’

‘I couldn’t take it any eous and warood at She just glowed It was like living too close to the sun’

‘It blinds and burns,’ said Lacoste

‘Yes’ Favreau see that close to Madeleine’

‘Do you really wonder who killed her?’

‘I do, but…’

Lacoste waited Arht her patience

‘But I’m not sure I was surprised She didn’t h…’

There was no need to finish the sentence