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wife’s parents are threatening to come up here, but they’ve been suggesting he had something to do with it, so even if they show up, they’re just going to make things worse for him.”
    Jeremy nodded. He knew Mary’s parents, knew they’d wanted her to file for divorce, but she had decided to fight for her marriage.
    â€œSo, do you have any experience in this kind of work?” Joe asked him. “You were a police diver. There’s a lot of difference in looking for objects underwater and finding facts above ground.”
    â€œAre you asking if I’ve worked missing persons and murder cases? Yes,” Jeremy assured him.
    â€œWell, cheers, then. We seem to have one hell of a mystery on our hands.”
    â€œWant to catch me up?” Jeremy asked.
    â€œThere’s probably not much to tell you that you don’t already know. Dave O’Reilly, a patrolman, found your friend Johnstone in the cemetery shouting for his wife, supposedly only moments after she disappeared. And I have to admit, I’ve asked around, and as near as I can tell, it seems he’s telling the truth about how they spent the day and the timing of her disappearance. The only one I haven’t found to corroborate the story was some guy who managed to pitch a fortune-teller’s tent in the middle of the psychic fair without a permit. He’s long gone. But other people remember seeing the tent, and some of them went in for one of his readings. Anyway, that doesn’t really matter, since the Johnstones were seen together afterward. In fact, they had a late lunch right here.”
    â€œSo it looks as if it’s true, as if Brad and Mary were having a nice day together—and then she just disappeared,” Jeremy said, thinking that he would have to come back and ask questions here at the restaurant when Joe Brentwood wasn’t around.
    â€œThat’s what it looks like,” Joe agreed.
    That’s what it looked like. It was obvious that Brentwood was still suspicious of Brad.
    Jeremy noted that a couple had entered the restaurant and were pointing at Rowenna, huge smiles on their faces. The woman came forward quickly, unwinding the black scarf she’d been wearing around her neck. “Rowenna, you’re home!”
    Rowenna stood, hugged the woman, and then embraced the man as he came up behind the woman. Joe Brentwood’s eyes rolled. “The Llewellyns,” he said, shaking his head slightly.
    â€œEve, Adam, it’s great to see you.” Rowenna turned with a smile on her face to introduce them to Jeremy. “Adam and Eve Llewellyn,” she said.
    Jeremy stood, shaking hands as he examined the newcomers. The man was tawny-haired, tall, and perhaps a few years older than Rowenna. The woman was petite, and he thought that her hair had been dyed to its jet-black color. Her eyes were a powdery blue. She was cute rather than pretty, with an engaging smile. “Jeremy Flynn,” he said.
    â€œHi, wonderful to meet you,” Eve said, pumping his hand.
    â€œA pleasure,” Jeremy said.
    â€œHow do you do?” Adam said.
    The wife had a more sincere handshake, Jeremy thought.
    â€œAdam and Eve Llewellyn, huh?” he asked.
    â€œOh, the name is for business,” Adam said.
    â€œAdam and Eve. Catchy,” Jeremy said.
    â€œMy name is really Eve, and his really is Adam,” Eve said, grinning. “But Llewellyn is kind of like a stage name. We were the Eidenwiesses.”
    â€œWe had it changed legally,” Adam said. “Hey, Joe, how are you?”
    â€œOkay, all things considered,” Joe said, greeting the couple with a nod.
    â€œThey’re wiccans, and they run a store specializing in magical items,” Rowenna explained.
    The Llewellyns weren’t looking, and Joe rolled his eyes at Jeremy again. So much for Rowenna’s claim that Joe respected any and all religions equally. At least the guy seemed ready to