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“And if he incriminates himself or his son?”

Whitney’s jaw tightened “I’m still a cop, Dallas Goddamn it”

“Yes, sir” She unlocked the door, then after only a faint hesitation, darkened the tay glass and shut off audio “I’ll be in my office”

“Thank you” He stepped inside He gave her one last look before shutting the door and turning to the h “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Jack” Marco offered a thin solf date”

“Talk to me” Whitney sat down heavily

“Hasn’t your efficient and dogged lieutenant filled you in?”

“The recorder’s off,” Whitney said sharply “We’re alone Talk to me, Marco We both know you didn’t kill Cicely or anyone else”

For a“People never know each other as well as they believe Not even the people they care for I loved her, Jack I never stopped loving her But she stopped lovingain But she never would have”

“Damn it, Marco, do you expect me to believe that you slit her throat because she divorced you twelve years ago?”

“Maybe I thought she ht have married Hammett He wanted that,” Marco said quietly “I could see that he wanted that Cicely was reluctant” His voice reic “She enjoyed her independence, but she was sorry to disappoint Haiven in eventually Married him It would have really been over then, wouldn’t it?”

“You killed Cicely because she ht have married another man?”

“She was my wife, Jack Whatever the courts and the Church said”

Whitney sat a moment, silent “I’ve played poker with you toohis arms on the table, he leaned forward “When you bluff, you tap your finger on your knee”

The finger stopped tapping “This is a long way from poker, Jack”