possible. If I ⦠if we could find the killer, then weâd both be left alone.â
âWhatâs your reason?â
âMy reason? How about dealing with Abbyâs death and just plain survival. Iâm trying to figure this out before anyone else gets killedâme, for instance. You seem to have a line on everybody. It looks like all of us, well, except for one, are targets for a killer. There have been two murders based on our book selections. We could be next.â
He took an extra moment to answer. âRight. Okay, Iâm game. Are you available this evening? Iâll come over to your house so we can talk.â
I didnât like telling people where I lived, but I knew Gene was testing me.
âSure, thatâd be fine, but wouldnât you rather meet at a restaurant? I could eat a little something. How about you?â
Gene snorted a small laugh. âIâm not that hungry. We can meet at Barnes and Noble. Theyâre open until eleven. They donât rush you and thereâs a small sandwich and beverage bar. Meet me at seven. Itâs not too far from you.â
How did Gene know that?
For the rest of the day, I focused on clearing my desk. I left a little before five to beat the traffic. At home I dressed hurriedly so that I could arrive before Gene. When he pulled up, I wanted to be able to jot down his license plate. I didnât have to wait long. He drove up in his dark green Honda. I took down his plate number and followed him into the store. Intuition told me I could probably take Gene off my suspect list, but I had to make sure before I asked him for help.
We settled in at the table farthest from the front door. Except for a couple other tables, we had almost the entire lounge area to ourselves.
âUnderstand me,â I said. âI didnât kill Rory or Abby. Assuming we give you the benefit of doubt, too, that leaves Richard, Rena and Miller.â
âThanks for the insta-trial acquittal.â He shook his head. âSo, now what?â
I leaned forward. âI think we should look at each member one at a time. Go through their backgrounds and find out who has the most on the line.â
He looked skeptical. âItâs doable, I guess. I have my doubts about our ability to uncover any secrets.â
âWe have to start somewhere.â
He shook his head and smiled again. âOkay. Iâll show good faith and share first. I have nothing to lose. Iâm a columnist for the Herald . I worked there before I went in. My brother is one of the owners, so I didnât have to lie about my past.â
I was mildly impressed. I was a Herald subscriber, but I never paid attention to bylines. âThey always say hiding in plain sight is the best disguise.â
Gene suddenly sat straight up. âI am not in disguise. I have never changed my name or tried to hide my conviction. You might be, but Iâm certainly not material for a blackmailer. I got caught up in a ⦠in a bribery sting. I was stupid, but I learned.â
âOkay, okay.â My curiosity took over. âSo, what do you think you know about me?â
He put two fingers against his forehead. âLetâs see. Rebecca Hollis Morgan Lynley, born in Alameda, California. Married William Lynley. No children. Divorced after three years. It coincided with a prison term for insurance fraud. Current residence is Montclair.â
I clenched my teeth in anger. âHow dare you violate my privacy.â
Gene raised his eyebrows. âItâs not private information. Itâs all public. I didnât say I knew where you shopped for clothes. Although, you should consider going a little more upscale.â
I looked at him in disbelief. After a moment, a smile creased my face. âIâm not a clothes hound like you. How do you know these things?â
He relaxed. âThe stitching on your clothes is a real giveawayââ
âNot my clothes.
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