“She killed the lights in the store and returned to the back room, where she dashed the new stock from the table and scattered it on the floor. She looked at the phone. She’d have to call them. They might – no, they would – hurt her if they found out that the detective had been here and she’d kept it from them. He’d made the connection with Plassey County, although that was their fault, not hers. They were the ones who’d recruited Harpur Griffin to do their dirty work. She couldn’t understan...d why they hadn’t just killed her husband, either before he went to prison or while he was behind bars. Instead, they’d opted to inflict years of misery upon him, and even she hadn’t hated him that much. She’d just found him dull and weak, although she had been surprised by his actions at the gas station. But whatever his previously unsuspected depths, it still turned out that not everyone in the jewelry trade made enough money to shower a good wife in wealth and diamonds.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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