20 ChanningFriday afternoon, Channing faced the gleaming wood-and-glass front door of a hillside ranch house overlooking Spokane’s finest golf course.
Two little kids lived inside, yet no toys cluttered the slate squares leading to the entry. Apparently, their mother wanted the place ready for inspection at a moment’s notice.
Was a woman who put such effort into keeping up appearances likely to tell a stranger about her failed first marriage?
Channing’s index finger hovered an inch from the doorbell.
As soon as she’d cleared her desk this morning, she’d turned to checking out Harper. She’d found no hint of the sly copper who’d run his number on her in court. Nothing that contradicted what he’d told Nora. Hoping to get the truth from the woman who’d dumped Harper, she’d come here.
If N
