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    “I’m saying you’re prime suspect material.”
    “Sebastian! Shut up, for God’s sake! You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Camryn sounded panicked now, again tried to pull him away. He refused to budge.
    Dan fisted his hands at his sides, all too aware of where he was—steps away from his wife’s ashes, not the place to beat a man senseless. His eyes on Solari, he said to Camryn. “Seeing that you can’t get him the hell out of here, I’ll have to.” He stepped into Solari’s face. “Move on, Solari. And do it now.”
    The man took a couple of steps back. “I’m going—but you can take this to the goddamn bank, Lambert. If you killed Holly, you’re going to pay. I’ll see to it.” He shrugged free of Camryn’s grip and glared at her. “You coming?”
    When she didn’t move immediately, he said, “Suit yourself.” He left her standing like a stick figure, got in the car, and drove off.
    “Son of a bitch …” Dan stared at the backside of Solari’s car, breathing like a horse after a training run. Hell, he’d had trouble enough accepting Holly had taken one lover. But two . . .

Chapter 7
    Camryn couldn’t get her bearings. She was standing on the cemetery grounds, having said good-bye to her best friend only minutes ago, trying to digest another friend’s words—words that accused Holly of being an adulteress and her husband—or lover—of killing her.
    Nothing clicked into place. Except a name she’d never forget but had hoped she’d never hear again: Adam Dunn. And it was that name that made her certain Sebastian was wrong. Holly hated Adam.
    Silence rested between Dan and her, until he took her arm and made a move toward the last car still remaining in the row of parking stalls near the chapel. His grip was firm, and his gaze was straight ahead.
    “You have any idea where all that shit came from?”
    Still stunned, she shook her head.
    “You believe it?”
    “Believe Seb?” She stopped and tugged her arm from his grasp a few steps from a midsize Buick with a rental sticker on the bumper. “I still can’t believe Holly’s dead—that someone killed her. I don’t have room in my brain for a list of suspects.”
    “You know this Adam guy?”
    She hesitated. She really did not want to go in the direction any conversation about Adam would take them. She also couldn’t lie. “Yes. I know him.” The words came out edged with defensiveness, her own history with Adam inevitably tingeing them with bitterness . . . and hurt.
    “Get in the car.” He took the few steps to the passenger side of the Buick and opened the door.
    His tone was brusque, and under normal circumstances, she’d have called him on it. But not today. Not after Sebastian’s stunning accusations, and not with Adam Dunn’s name again polluting her universe.
    They drove for a time before Dan spoke again. “Tell me about him,” he ordered, staring straight ahead.
    She knew he meant Adam, but not being in the mood for another of his crisp instructions, Camryn turned in the car seat and took a good look at him. His face was lean, clean-shaven, and grim. His jaw clenched and unclenched as if in a battle for control, yet he didn’t look angry. He looked shell-shocked and ruthlessly determined.
    When she didn’t answer, he cast her a sideways glance, his intelligent green eyes icy and unforthcoming. “You second-guessing yourself? Thinking maybe you’re riding with a man who killed his wife?”
    “I don’t know how to answer that.”
    “You don’t have to. You already did.”
    “How so?”
    “You got in the car, didn’t you?”
    “So?”
    “Holly always said you were the smartest person she ever knew, that you had great instincts. Scary instincts, she said. So the way I figure it, your getting into this car with me says you know damn well Solari’s full of shit.” He set his gaze back on the road ahead. “But I’ll say this once, so you’re sure. I did not kill my