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Savvy smiled at him, then was horrified to feel her smile start to tremble on her lips. She was a hormonal mess! She wanted to throw herself into Lang’s arms like he was the long-lost big brother she sometimes thought of him as. It was with an effort that she held her composure.

“The phone charger’s there,” he added, pointing to the bag.

“Thank you,” Savvy said with feeling.

He eyed her pink blouse. “That doesn’t look hospital issue.”

“Yeah . . .” Savvy quickly brought him up to date about the harrowing events of the past hours, finishing with the fact that Hale had brought her Kristina’s overnight bag, which had been in his car.

Lang just stared at her when she finished. “I don’t want to be a bastard, but what the hell were you doing driving back in the worst storm we’ve had in years?”

“Kristina.” Savvy said her sister’s name and nothing else. She couldn’t.

“I know, but . . .”

“You don’t know, Lang. You don’t.”

“I know a little bit about losing a sister,” he said.

Savvy drew herself up short. Lang’s sister, Melody, had been killed by her psychotic boyfriend a number of years earlier. “I’m sorry,” she said, heartfelt, her eyes burning.

“I shouldn’t have brought it up. Never mind. You’re here. Safe. The baby’s safe.”

She nodded, unable to find her voice immediately. Buying time, she turned to the grocery bag, pulled out her charger, and plugged her cell phone into it.

“Maybe I should leave,” he said.

“No, wait. Please. I’m okay. I just want to talk about something else, think about something else.”

“Okay.”

Savvy inhaled and quietly exhaled, then asked, “Anything new on the Donatella homicides? I know we just met with Hillary Enders on Friday.”

“This snowstorm’s kinda decimated any momentum we had going, but Kyle Furstenberg did finally call me back. Apparently Hillary got through to him.”

“Anything there?”

“Doesn’t look like it. Furstenberg denied everything, even started waffling on whether Hillary was really involved with Marcus Donatella. Maybe that Bancroft employee who told us about Hillary Enders . . . Ella . . . something . . .”

“Blessert.”

“Yeah, her. It’s starting to seem like she might be one of those women who want to involve themselves in their friends’ affairs. Live vicariously, or whatever. She said she thought Hillary was having an affair with Marcus Donatella, and she thought Furstenberg could be the killer, but it’s starting to seem like a lot of hot air. ’Course, Furstenberg got on the news and made it all a big story, and he’s pretty sorry about that now.”

“You think this angle’s a dead end.”

“Kinda do,” he admitted. “We all just wanted to kick-start the investigation again.”

“I know.” Savvy had felt that way, too. Eager for closure.

“Toonie called from the shelter. Your friend Mickey showed up once the snow started falling. He’s asking for you.”

“Great.”

Lang smiled.

“Before the storm hit, I interviewed all the Bancroft employees again,” Savvy told him. “Starting with the Seaside office, and then everyone I could reach at the Portland office, and some ex-employees, too.”

“How’d that go?”

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