'What did she need with them?' Marie inquired.
David shrugged. 'I surmise she needed to ensure you didn't twig she wasn't Jules. Or disaster will be imminent … I don't have the foggiest idea, she appeared to be somewhat fixated on her, perhaps she simply needed to obliterate them, screw realizes what was happening in her mind. She returned saying she was unable to discover them, that on the off chance that I didn't advise her precisely where they were, she'd copy the spot down. So I disclosed to her they were in the file organizer, yet she said she'd looked and they weren't.' He shook his head. 'And afterward she returned and put a match to the level.' His face folded, 'She returned that late evening smelling of smoke, crowing over what she'd done, I was so screwing frightened that you'd
