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?“I don’t know,” Sheryl considered. “Do you have a computer with a printer? I could get my email online, print it up, and we could take a look.”
?“It’s in the bedroom,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. Every time I mentioned the bedroom, thoughts of Sheryl in that nightgown—or even less—popped into my brain.
?Sheryl turned red and looked at the floor. Maybe the same kind of thoughts popped into her mind as well. “I’ll go take a look,” she mumbled and left the room.
?“The police still have my laptop, so that machine is pretty old,” I yelled as I heard the computer chime and make noises as it booted up.
?Sheryl called out from the other room, “I have to warn you, we don’t know if this is what we are after.”
?“If it is, the question becomes, how did it end up hidden in that pipe?” I replied loudly, as I used the corkscrew to open the wine and poured two glasses.
?“We also don’t know that,” Sheryl bellowed. “But in my mind, it points to Jon Kane.”
?“Because?”
?“From what you told me and what I observed, he was being pressured by Ms. Cunningham about Randall’s finances.”
?I stepped into the bedroom doorway with the two glasses in my hands. She glanced up. “Oh! You’re here.”
?I handed her a glass of wine and we toasted and each took a long sip.
?With the bed so near I felt the need to talk. “Charles Nederlander is…was…Randall’s partner. He would also want to know about any hidden accounts.”
?“True, unless he was in on whatever scam they had going.” Sheryl savored the taste of the wine.
?“But who would have been able to get that information? And why kill Candy?”
?“Indeed,” Sheryl considered as she opened her online email account.
?She looked at the computer, and I watched her over my glass of wine. Her face was lit by the glow of the screen, her features focused.
?I felt my heart again skip a beat.
?At this moment, I could not imagine a more attractive woman. With her intensity and the energy that flowed from her, she was truly spectacular.
?“Here it is,” she told me, as she opened a document. I came over and leaned to look at the screen, catching the fragrance of some perfume she was wearing. When had she had the chance to put that on? I adjusted my glasses and looked it over. “Looks like pretty intricate stuff. Wait! Is that a list of names there at the bottom?”
?“It appears to be,” Sheryl said. “Hold on.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and pressed a couple of places and held it to her ear.
?“Hey, Tommy, it’s Sheryl,” she said, then paused to listen. “Yeah, how is Marcy and the kids?…That’s great…”
?She rose and began to pace the room. “No, I’ve been arrested…For killing Randall…No, I didn’t…Not now, right now I’m free…Yeah, Uncle Louie did it again.”
?She moved back to the screen as she continued. “Hey, remember those accounts we thought Randall had, but we couldn’t find…Those may have been why he was killed…I think I have a trace on them…Can I send you a couple of documents and you do that magic of yours?…You’re the best!…Okay, I’ll get it right to you.”
?She shut down the phone. Tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her, and my computer made a whoosh sound as the email was sent.
?“Your accountant?”
?“Yes.” Sheryl picked up her glass of wine. “If anyone can figure out the spreadsheet, it’ll be him. Plus, he has a head start from the divorce. Let me print this up.”
?She pressed a button and my nearby laser printer whirred to life. She had another sip of the wine and then met my gaze.
?I shook myself as if from a dream.
?“L-let me get dinner,” I stammered as I rose.
?Sheryl stood as well. “Why is it every time I look into your eyes, I mean really look, you always find a need to move away and do something?”
