Never Sleep With Strangers by Heather Graham Page A

but, honestly, I’ve seen how you’ve suffered over all this, and surely you can’t believe that I…” She trailed off helplessly.
    Jon felt the tension in his shoulders ease as he watched Camy. She was so distressed. “No, I don’t believe that you would be so cruel, Camy. I’m sorry. But it did arrive under my door.”
    She shook her head. “That’s not what I sent you. Your note read, ‘You’re demented but cunning. Watch the proceedings, and listen well. Naturally, you’re Demented Dick, which makes you a suspicious character.’ That’s all that I said. And that’s what I put under your door.”
    â€œDid you see anyone else in the hallway at the time?” he asked her.
    She shook her head strenuously, and he began to feel guilty; huge tears were brimming in her eyes.
    â€œI didn’t see anyone at all,” she said. “I went downstairs to check on arrangements for dinner, and I turned on all the lights in the cellar—dungeon, sorry. I keep forgetting it’s a dungeon, no matter how long your family has owned this place! And then I came back upstairs, and everyone was in the hallway.”
    â€œWell,” he murmured, “apparently, someone doesn’t think I’ve suffered enough for Cassie’s death. I would like to know who wrote this,” he said, pocketing the note again.
    â€œSome of your friends are a bit eccentric,” she suggested meekly.
    â€œSome of them are simply bizarre,” he agreed, grinning. “Well, keep your eyes open,” he said, and he turned to leave.
    â€œJon,” she said, calling him back hesitantly.
    He paused, turning to look at her.
    She cleared her throat. “I think…I think Cassie really was having an affair. I mean, she loved you, the best Cassie could love, but I think she was convinced that you had lost interest in her, that you were seeing someone else. And I think that she was seeing someone else. God knows, with Cassie, maybe she was seeing more than one person.”
    He arched a brow. “And…?”
    â€œWell, if Cassie had a lover, maybe he blames you for what happened.”
    He nodded. “Was there something else?” he asked as she continued to look at him imploringly.
    She flushed. “Well, if you were having an affair, maybe she’s angry that you haven’t pursued things, with Cassie now out of the way. Were you…having an affair with someone?” she ventured.
    He crossed his arms over his chest, hiking up one eyebrow, a slight curl to his lips. “Camy, I’m not the type to kiss and tell. Never have been. So if I had been having an affair, I guarantee you, very few people would have known about it.”
    â€œMaybe that narrows down the question of who might have written that note,” she suggested hopefully.
    â€œMaybe. Except that I didn’t say I’d had an affair.”
    â€œYou didn’t say you didn’t, either.”
    He started to laugh. “Never mind Camy. Some of my friends are bizarre—let’s leave it at that.”
    He left her combination bedroom-and-office suite and started down the hall. Then he paused, noticing an irregularity in the smooth stone wall. He reached out and touched it, amazed. He ran his fingers over the grouting.
    â€œSweet Jesus…”

7
    T he dungeon was a remarkable place.
    Actually, the entire castle was remarkable, Sabrina reflected. A flawless combination of the new and the ancient. From the main foyer, a sweeping stone stairway curved down to a central hall; to the left were doors that led to the horror chamber, the chapel and the crypt, while to the right were doors that led to the recreation areas.
    Sabrina stood next to V.J. staring at the sparkling water in the heated pool. Lounge chairs graced its deck, and at the far end was a complete bar taken from a turn-of-the-century Glascow pub. The bar had been modernized to offer a