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she had raised a killer.  She had known he hadn ’ t actually killed Sam, but John had never explained to her what he had meant. 
    Deep down John knew he had to see his parents soon.  He had to tell them what had happened, Sam would want him to.  Sam loved his parents.  She had always said she had wished her parents had been more like his.  The one thing that John regretted the most since Sam ’ s death was his distancing himself from them.  He knew they would listen to him, tell him it wasn ’ t his fault, but until now he wasn ’ t ready to hear that.  He didn ’ t even know if he was now.  He did know he was the closest he had been in three years to talk to them about what had happened.  Once again John ’ s GPS interrupted his thoughts. 
    He drove through the little town until he came upon the Bradley residence.  As he pulled up in the drive, John steadied himself.  He had no idea what to expect.  He opened the car door and started up the walk.

              Chapter 22
    John walked up to the door and knocked.  A couple of seconds later, the door opened.
                  “ Mrs. Bradley? ” John asked, extending his hand, “ I ’ m John Fowler, consultant to the FBI. ”   Mrs. Bradley shook John ’ s hand.
                  “ Please, call me Joan. ”   She stepped back to let John into the house.  “ Welcome, and please come in. ”   John stepped through the doorway and walked into the house.  John looked around.  To be a doctor ’ s house, it was quite modest.  Joan motioned for him to continue into the living room and offered him a seat.  John sat down on the couch.
                  “ Thank you for seeing me. ”   John took a second to steady himself.  “ I truly mean this, I am sorry for your loss. ”   Joan gave him a tight lip smiled and nodded for him to continue.  “ Joan, I need you to think real hard, do you know of any connection your husband had to the others that were murdered, or the soldier wh ose funeral they were attending? ”
                  Joan looked down.  John spoke very softly and encouragingly to her.  “ Joan, take your time.  I lost my wife a few years ago, and I know how hard it is to think about your spouse in any capacity without feeling the grief. ”   Joan squeezed John ’ s hand, and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
                  “ I gave the sheriff a couple of Christmas card s that I found, ” replied Joan.  “ I have no idea when he met any of them.  The other mourners I mean.  He never spoke about them, and he never hung up the Christmas cards they sent.  He just kept them in a box.  It wasn ’ t hidden in the attic or anything like that.  It was just in a box.  Everything I found I took down to the sheriff last week. ”   John nodded and gave her an encouraging smile. 
                  “ Ok, thank you .  T hat helps a lot.  Is it ok with you if I pick those items up and take them back to New York with me? ”   Joan nodded.  “ I don ’ t want to ask you a bunch of questions that the local PD already has. ”   Joan smiled appreciatively.  “ Do you mind if I look around the house and see if I can find anything that might give me a lead? ”
                  “ Mr. Fowler, you have my permission to look anywhere on my property you want. ”   Tears glistened in Joan ’ s eyes.  “ You might try his study, that ’ s where I found the letters.  I have already been through it, but you ’ re the professional, maybe you ’ ll find something I missed.  Would you like a glass of tea? ”
                  John smiled, “ Thank you , Joan.  A glass of tea would be great. ”   Joan headed toward the kitchen and John headed toward the study.  John had little hope of finding anything.  He knew if Joan had been through the study and couldn ’ t find anything, unless there were secret