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said their spirits took her there.”
    “It was only five bodies and one spirit.”
    “Oh, good.” He dismissed the subject and continued with his work, putting an engine back together.
    Charley lifted his eyebrows. “What’s wrong with him? That’s not good at all.”
    Dawson looked up again. “Parker Minatelli was related to Ross, right? It’s not a common last name. Did Ross know any of the other people? Did he know Steven Anderson?”
    “Who? I don’t know. Who’s Steven Anderson?”
    “The only body besides Parker that they’ve identified so far. He’s why it’s all over the Internet. He’s Senator Glen Anderson’s son.”
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Amanda raced out the door, trying to catch Teresa. It was too late. The little blue convertible flew down the street as if determined to catch a speeding ticket.
    She turned to Charley. “Stop her! She needs to ask Parker about Steven Anderson.”
    Charley dashed after the car but returned almost immediately, a sullen look on his face. “I got to the end of my leash and you yanked me back.”
    “I’m not any happier about this attachment you have to me than you are.” Amanda took her cell phone from her pocket and punched in Teresa’s number. She got voice mail. “This is Amanda. One of the bodies has been identified. Steven Anderson. Ask Parker if he knows him. Knew him. Whatever. Call me.”
    “Amanda?”
    She whirled around at the sound of her name. “Davey?”
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Her sister’s husband blinked in the sunlight and smiled apologetically. In his dark gray suit, white shirt and blue tie, he looked every inch the tax lawyer he was. But for the first time since she’d known him, the man looked slightly rumpled. Only slightly. Considering he was wearing a suit in the Texas sun and his pregnant wife had left him, he remained remarkably cool.
    Amanda shoved her phone into her back pocket. “It’s okay. I was just—uh—a friend left and I was trying to catch her.”
    “The brunette in the BMW?”
    “Yeah, that’s the one. Have you talked to Jenny yet?”
    “I knocked on the door, but she’s not there. I came down when I saw you out here. Do you know where she’s gone?”
    Amanda pointed toward the white Mercedes parked a few feet away. “She’s here. Maybe she’s sleeping.”
    Davey shook his head. “That’s not her car. That’s mine.”
    “Matching Mercedes,” Charley said. “Isn’t that just adorable?”
    “She was here a few minutes ago,” Amanda said. “We had lunch together. Maybe she decided to go home.”
    He looked down at the pavement. “I doubt it.” He lifted his gaze. “Would you tell her I was here? And give her this?” He held out a small gift box wrapped in silver paper with a pink bow.
    She accepted the box and looked it over. “Pink for the baby?”
    He nodded.
    “I hope this gift has nothing to do with the baby. She needs something that’s just for her.” She shook the box and heard faint movement. “This better not be a rattle.”
    “It’s a diamond necklace, just like we talked about.”
    “She can add it to her collection,” Charley said. “Pretty soon she’ll be renting a storage unit just for her diamonds. Or does she already have one?”
    Amanda refused to look at Charley. She might laugh if she did. “Good choice.”
    “Diamonds are her birthstone.”
    “I’ll bet her mother timed it that way on purpose,” Charley said.
    She handed the box back to him. “You better keep this. It will mean so much more coming directly from you. And maybe she’s already gone home.”
    He accepted the box. “That would be wonderful if I return to find her there. Thank you, Amanda, for taking care of my Jenny. This pregnancy has been hard on her. She’s so delicate.”
    “No problem,” Amanda assured him. “It’s a chance for us to share this special time together.”
    Charley burst into laughter, pounding the air with one fist. “You’re a lousy actress! That