Page 27 of Memory of Murder
“Could have been another teacher,” Anne argued. “Or the principal.”
Jack shrugged. “Could have been. But schools aren’t exactly the best place for secrets. I would bet money that someone—Mrs. Farrell, for sure—would have known if something was going on there.” He sent Anne a sideways look. “I don’t know about you, but I got the impression Mrs. Farrell felt the incident would not have been something Mary agreed to.”
Anne stared out her window. “Maybe she just doesn’t want to think badly of Mary.”
Jack wasn’t going any further down that road. Although, next to money, an affair was a major motive discovered in murder investigations. The biggest sticking point in Jack’s opinion was the fact that her closest friends, meaning the Langstons and Carin Carter Wallace, hadn’t appeared to know. Based on the statements the three gave in court, if they had known anything else negative, it would have come out of their mouths.
Unless…it involved the future senator.
Jack’s attention shifted to the rearview mirror. A black sedan had been following them since leaving Farrell’s neighborhood.
Coincidence? Maybe.
Only one way to find out.
“Brace yourself.” Jack made a sudden right.
The tires squealed. Anne grabbed the armrest, then shot him a look. “What the heck, Jack?”
The sedan didn’t make the turn.
Jack relaxed the narrowest margin. “Almost missed my turn.” He didn’t want to worry her until he had no choice.
“Maybe next time you could give me a little more warning.”
“You got it.” But then, at the next intersection, he swore under his breath.
The black sedan had taken a right at the next block. It was back.
The driver was male. Sunglasses on.
“Brace yourself again.” Jack punched the accelerator and made a hard left.
He continued to turn here and there until he was confident the sedan wasn’t reappearing.
When he felt it was safe to slow down, he glanced at his passenger. “You up for an early dinner?”
She sent him a pointed look, her grip on the dash loosening. “If it means you’ll stop driving like a crazy person.”
He laughed. The sedan by now would be waiting for them at their hotel since he wasn’t able to keep up. “Sorry about that, but we had a tail, and I wanted to give him a hard time.”
She groaned. “They’re already watching us?”
“They are. Actually, I’m surprised it took this long.” He flashed her a smile. “But this is good.”
Anne made a face. “If you say so.”
“It means they’re worried,” he explained. “If they had nothing to hide they wouldn’t be worried.”
She turned to him, and a smile spread across her pretty face. “You’re right. This is good.”
Chapter Ten
Journal Entry
Thirty Years Ago
July 15
