was a heavyset man with fine, thinning hair. Lila could smell the booze on his breath.
âActually, Iâm thinking of moving here.â
Addressing Lila, Effie said, âNow, Camilla, these two are the Miami power couple when it comes to real estate. Theyâll get you all set up with a gorgeous place in an instant. Am I right?â
âItâs a buyerâs market,â Scott said. He fumbled in the interior pocket of his seersucker jacket and pulled out a business card, handing it to Lila.
âHere,â he said. âCall our office to set up an appointment. We can take you to see some properties right away.â
âActually,â Meredith interjected, âthe house next to Effie on Star Island just went on the market. I listed the property a few days ago.â
Lila knew that the more time she could spend on Star Island, the better for her investigation. She nodded.
âEffie will tell you, Star Island is marvelous,â Meredith said, already in sell mode.
âLadies,â Scott said with an over-the-top bow, âit would seem my wifeâs drink is empty. Chivalry requires that I fetch her another.â He grabbed Meredithâs hand. As he was bending to put his wet, drunken lips on her skin, she snatched her hand away.
âIâve had quite enough to drink. And so have you, darling,â she said with a false sweetness that struck Lila as more terrifying than a display of blatant hostility.
âAh, my ever faithful wife,â Scott said. He stumbled out onto the veranda overlooking the ocean and headed for the poolside bar.
âForgive my husband,â Meredith said, turning her attention to Lila. âHeâs been . . . overserved today. But heâs right. Do call us. We can take you around to look at places as soon as tomorrow. Now, if youâll excuse me.â
As Meredith left, Effie rolled her eyes. âDoes that make you nostalgic for your own blissful marriage?â she asked.
âAnd how,â Lila said, following the unhappy couple with her eyes, her mind busily sifting through this new information. She hadnât known how fractured the Sloansâ marriage was. âAlways check out the husband first,â they used to say on the force. And in about a third of the murders sheâd seen during her time as a detective, the perp had ended up being the person who shared the victimâs bed.
Scott Sloan was officially a person of interest.
Lila had questioned Scott several times in the weeks following the Star Island massacre. She remembered that heâd seemed extremely distraught at Meredithâs death, yet she was surprised that, given how upset heâd appeared to be, he never once shed a tear. She had a gut feeling that it was all an act.
Her suspicions were as good as confirmed when, about six months after he came off the suspects list, he got remarried to a nineteen-year-old Ukrainian model named Oksana Peterenko. Not the typical behavior of a man lamenting the loss of his one true love.
When she questioned him, he had vowed that he had no idea his wife was a member of the Janus Society, nor did he have any idea why someone wouldâve wanted to kill her. So much of what he said had struck Lila as bald-faced lies, yet sheâd never been able to back up her hunch with any sort of proof.
As she stood watching him weave his way through the club with Meredith in tow, Lila began to think of all the ways Scott might benefit from his wifeâs death. But what about the eleven other lives? Were they just collateral damage?
As Scott and Meredith cut across the lawn and down to the beach, Lila made a snap decision.
âIâm famished,â she said. âShould I go get us some food?â
Effie looked at her quizzically. To Effie, who existed exclusively on vodka, Red Bull, and an occasional can of Ensure, the thought of eating was preposterous.
âDo people still eat in New York?â she
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