Westin's Wyoming

“I don’t know anything about Mr. Falstead,” she added, but there was a resigned quality to her voice.

“Still,” he said gently.

“It’s my duty to check in with them. That’s what you’re saying. And you’re right, of course. I should do it soon before they contact my father. Anyway, maybe his murder has nothing to do with…me.”

He gently caught her wrist as she turned away and she looked back at him, her gaze darting to his hand. Releasing her, he added, “I think you’d be better off facing the facts.”

“What facts?”

“Someone threatened you, someone killed your driver and someone injured your bodyguard. The people with the best access to you in Seattle are here right now in this house. They traveled with you.”

“No,” she said, but her eyes revealed she’d already grasped the truth of this statement.

At that instant, the television went dead, plunging them into tomblike silence.

They house had just lost electricity.

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