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The priest’s voice booation’s responses echoed after Silent and watchful, Eve scanned the crowd Dignitaries and politicians sat with bowed heads She’d positioned herself just close enough to catch glimpses of the family When Feeney slipped in beside her, she inclined her head

“Angelini,” she hter beside him”

“With her fiancé on her right”

“U, attractive The woolden hair, like her h neck, covered her arms to the wrists, and skilasses to shield her red-rimmed, puffy eyes Grief, simple, basic, and undiluted, seemed to shimmer around her

Beside her, Randall Slade stood tall, one long ar, almost brutally handsoenerated on her co nose, hooded eyes He looked big and tough, but the arently

Flanking Angelini’s other side was his son David stood just a space apart That sort of body language hinted at friction He stared straight ahead, his face a blank He stood slightly shorter than his father, as dark as his sister was fair And he was alone, Eve thought Very much alone

The fae Hammett

Directly behind were the commander, his wife, and his family

She knew Roarke was there She had already glimpsed him once at the end of an aisle beside a teary-eyed blond Nohen Eve skilance his way, she saw him lean

down to the wo her face into his shoulder

Furious at the quick pang of jealousy, Eve scanned the crowd again Her eyes met C J Morse’s

“How’d that little bastard et in?”

Feeney, a good Catholic, winced at the use of profanity in church “Who?”

“Morse—at eight o’clock”

Shifting his eyes, Feeney spotted the reporter “A crowd like this, I guess soh security”