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“Spying?” Bernie chuckled. “That’s the height of future in-law paranoia. Why would he do that?”

I was about to betray my sister, but I only had her welfare at heart. “Did you know they met through the internet?”

Dad’s face went ashen. “Hannah told us they met at a party.” He sprang from his chair. “Mind if I use your computer?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Bernie and I trailed behind him into the den.

After a few swift keystrokes, Dad sighed with relief. “Here he is. Craig Monroe Beacham, MD. Internist . . . not much information . . . valid medical license in West Virginia. Hasn’t been sued, went to medical school on the West Coast and did an internship in South Dakota. Nothing sinister.”

I slumped back on the sofa. So much for that. I would do my best to be happy for Hannah. On her third try, she’d found a relationship the rest of us dreamed of. The kind of relationship some of us, like Francie, still chased.

“Dad, when you talked with the colonel yesterday, did he say anything about Simon?”

“The subject didn’t come up. Mostly he told me about his efforts to bring medical care to underprivileged Africans.”

Bernie sprawled on the other end of the couch. “What gives, Soph?”

“Apparently the colonel happened to be at the hotel when Simon was murdered.”

The keyboard clicked as Dad’s fingers flew across it. “This is impressive stuff. The colonel’s received awards for his work. There are pages and pages about him.” The clicking of keys commenced again. “Okay, now I’ve got something. Uh-oh. Remember the girl who lost her leg on that show Don’t You Dare? Lots of allegations blaming the crew.”

“That’s reprehensible. Imagine being so sloppy that someone would lose a limb,” said Bernie.

“It gets worse. The girl who lost her leg is the colonel’s granddaughter.”

EIGHTEEN

From “Ask Natasha” :

Dear Natasha,

In spite of my admonishments, my rowdy teenage son is always coming home with blood on his clothes. I’ve tried all kinds of commercial products, but the stains are usually dried and set by the time he comes home and nothing seems to work. What do you recommend?

—Bloody in Blue Ridge

Dear Bloody,

The conventional wisdom is to soak the stain with salt. However, I take a cue from the professionals. Not the professional launderers, the professionals who get blood on their clothes at work—firefighters and police officers. Hydrogen peroxide works best. However, with any stain treatment, always test an inconspicuous area first to be sure the color doesn’t bleed.

—Natasha

“So the good colonel might not be such a splendid chap after all,” mused Bernie.

“Could he have killed Simon to avenge his granddaughter?” I asked.

Dad swung toward us in the desk chair. “If I thought someone rigged something to injure Jen, it might put me over the brink. That kind of thing can blur the lines of right and wrong and tamper with our natural inhibitions.”

“Could he be the one who tried to poison Mars?” I asked, sitting up straight, alarmed at the thought.

“Andrew came up with the idea for the TV show.” Bernie kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. “Perhaps the colonel meant to poison Andrew. That would have given him revenge against both of them.”

Dad tented his hands and tapped his forefingers together. “He didn’t say a word about being at the stuffing competition. Remember? At Thanksgiving when we all discussed the murder. Not a word.”

“And being former military, one would suppose he has some training in how to kill. He’d have known where to lodge the blow that ended Simon’s life. Did anyone else get the impression that the colonel was rather surprised by Francie’s knowledge about poison?” asked Bernie.

“June!” I jumped up. “He took her out to dinner.”

“Do you know where they went?” asked Dad.

“I haven’t a clue.” Why hadn’t I asked? “What if he poisons June? Mars survived because he’s young and strong, but June . . .”

Dad motioned for me to sit. “We’re getting carried away. The colonel has no reason to harm June. Besides, it would be stupid of him to hurt her on the heels of poisoning Mars. We don’t know that he killed Simon; we only know that he hid the fact that he was in the hotel when Simon was murdered.”

“Your dad’s right, Sophie. All three of us were there, but that doesn’t mean one of us bashed old Simon over the head.”

“Does June have a cell phone?” asked Dad.

“Don’t think so. She borrowed mine the other day,” said Bernie.

“Then there’s nothing we can do. I think it’s time we told your mom everything, Sophie.” Dad put the computer to sleep.

I didn’t want to start a fight between them but I thought I’d better be honest. “She already knows all about Otis and everything, Dad.”

His face lit up. “That’s my Inga. Plugging along like everything is fine.”

Bernie nudged me. “Mind if I do some laundry, luv?”

“Help yourself. Washer and dryer are in the basement.”

He hoisted the duffle bag and added the socks he’d taken off. “Daisy, Mochie? Coming to keep me company?”

As if they understood the exotic scents of a basement adventure awaited, they shot out the door ahead of him.

Dad and I rose and he wrapped his arms around me. “June will be fine, kiddo.”

“I’ll feel better when June is home, safe and healthy.”

We walked slowly through the sunroom to the hallway.

“The cherries!” I’d forgotten all about them.

I rushed to the kitchen to check on them and heard the front door bang open. Thankfully, the cherries survived and their sauce had thickened nicely. I removed them from the burner and poked my head in the foyer.

The three wedding enthusiasts shed their coats.

Hannah handed hers to Craig and pulled off her gloves. “I’m so glad to be home. It’s freezing out there.”

I greeted everyone and returned to the kitchen to preheat the oven. Mom followed me, collapsed into one of the fireside chairs, and put her feet up on a stool. “I can’t take another step. Honey, Mars called earlier while you were out. He asked June to come to the hotel tomorrow morning for a visit and then he’s taking her shopping. Natasha has an important appointment and she’ll be out. I think Mars is afraid for Natasha and June to be in the same room since things aren’t so great between them what with the fire and Mars’s poisoning. Neither trusts the other.”

I couldn’t blame him for trying to keep them apart.