Now she dreaded what the morning would bring. Phillipe would not let any advantage slip away. She’d brought the taint of being “the murderer’s wife” into her brother’s house, and she was terrified where it was going to end.
Madeleine was standing in the midst of the noisy passion of a Hispanic funeral, but she was a world apart, a reticent figure in a sea of color and movement. Caleb had caught glimpses of her over the afternoon, as the Rancho Del Oro crew and residents from miles around gathered to farewell Miguel. The priest had intoned his last blessing, and Miguel’s remains were consigned to a small graveyard on a hill at the back of the house alongside his father and others who’d died in the family’s service.
Now they crowded around courtyard tables laden with chargrilled beef — not
