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Hadley confirmed that moments later. “Sorry about that,” he said. “My housekeeper came to let me know one of the workmen has questions. I’m afraid I’ll have to go in a moment because they’re at a standstill until I respond. If you hear anything from the hospital, please let me know.”

“I will,” An’gel said, frustrated that the conversation was being cut short. She wanted to press Hadley further. “I know this is an imposition, because you’re busy there, but could Dickce and I come by this afternoon sometime? I think we really need to sit down and discuss a few things.”

Hadley didn’t answer right away, and for a moment An’gel thought he’d already hung up. Then his voice sounded in her ear. “If you’ll give me a couple of hours to deal with things here,” he said, “you’ll of course be welcome. Does that work for you?”

“It does,” An’gel said. “We’ll see you around two, then.” She ended the call and set her phone down on the coffee table.

“What are these few things that you want to talk to Hadley about?” Dickce asked.

“You remember what I said to him about his return serving as a catalyst of some sort?” An’gel waited for Dickce’s nod before she continued. “Things were quiet before Hadley returned. Suddenly, here he is, and Sarinda’s dead. Arliss is in the hospital in critical condition. Remains are found at Ashton Hall. Remains that we now know are of fairly recent origin, and not an ancient burial. They’re all connected to Hadley in some way. The question is, how?”

“That’s all fairly obvious,” Dickce said. “What is it you expect to learn from Hadley?”

“I want to know what was going on forty years ago that could have led to all this,” An’gel said. “Hadley was messing around with someone. Barbie, Lottie, Reba, Arliss, Sarinda, perhaps even all of them. Sarinda and Arliss are out of the picture though, and that leaves Barbie, Lottie, and Reba. Is one of them so determined to have Hadley she’s willing to kill to get the others out of the way?”

“You’ve left two names off your list,” Dickce said, her tone bland.

“Who are you talking about?” An’gel asked, confused.

“You and me,” Dickce replied with a mischievous smile. “As I recall, we both found Hadley sinfully attractive. For a while there he seemed to be paying a lot of attention to you, and you weren’t doing anything to discourage him.” She giggled. “I was pretty jealous, if you want to know the truth. He never flirted with me the way he did with you. The question is, how far beyond flirtation did you go?”

An’gel stared at her sister, momentarily speechless as long-suppressed memories came flooding back. She felt the heat of a flush stealing over her face, and she wanted to get up and walk out of the room. Instead she remained seated and tried to will those memories away.

“Don’t worry,” Dickce said. “I’m not going to press you for details. Your expression just now tells me enough.”

An’gel’s phone rang, and she snatched it up, thankful for the distraction. She recognized Kanesha Berry’s number.

After a quick exchange of greetings, Kanesha said, “I don’t have good news, I’m afraid. When we reached Mrs. Turnipseed’s house, we found it empty. The police department is talking to neighbors to see if any of them saw something, but at the moment we don’t have anything. There was no sign of a struggle, and her car is gone. She might have gotten scared and left on her own.”

“I hope so,” An’gel said. “But there is a possibility that she was forced to leave, I presume?”

“Yes,” Kanesha replied. “We have to consider that, and we will be looking for her. I’ll be in touch when we know more.” She ended the call.

An’gel set the phone down again and regarded her sister. She repeated what Kanesha told her.

“Presumably she had a friend or a family member she could go to,” Dickce said. “We’ll simply have to hope that is what she’s done.”

“Instead of being abducted and taken somewhere to be murdered.” An’gel shuddered. “I didn’t care for her but I certainly wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

“Surely one of the neighbors saw something,” Dickce said. “There’s nothing we can do for her at the moment except pray.” After a brief silence she continued, “Now, back to Hadley.”

An’gel tensed. She didn’t want to be subjected to an inquisition by her sister. She didn’t want to lie to Dickce, but neither did she want to tell her the complete truth. There were some memories she didn’t wish to share, even with her sister.

Dickce smiled. “Like I said, I’m not going to press you for details about what went on between you and Hadley. You can stop looking so apprehensive.”

“Thank you,” An’gel said, greatly relieved. She wouldn’t put it past Dickce, however, to bring the subject up again in the future. “Hadley is going to have to come clean, there’s no way around it. I hate to say this, but I think he knows exactly what happened to Callie and how she came to be buried in the garden at Ashton Hall.”

“I suspect you may be right,” Dickce said. “I hate to think that about Hadley, though.”