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True to his word, Duane Potts did provide me with most of the answers to the mystery of how Burton Carr had cleverly orchestrated the deaths of Jenessa and Nathan when he contacted me with the disturbing facts on Saturday, just hours before Tally was scheduled to pick me up for the engagement party. “Thanks, Duane. Would you scan that last document you mentioned to me?”
“I sure will,” he agreed amiably before adding in an insinuating tone, “I’ll be expecting at least one dance with you this evening. A nice, slow song.”
Good grief. The payoff. Oh well, I could survive a few minutes of his unwanted attentions to get what I needed.
“As long as your wife doesn’t mind.” Without waiting for his response, I hung up and glanced down at my injured arm with a rueful smile. T
