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“Let’s take a look.” Gary tapped on the keyboard, then stared at the monitor. “Yes, in 1983. There was a traffic accident involving two vehicles. Raskin was driving one of them. The other driver, Connor Brightmore, was killed at the scene. Raskin received injuries to his right leg and was in bad shape, but he pulled through. According to all the witnesses, Brightmore was at fault.” He frowned. “Brightmore. I recognize that name. An old Boston family, I think. I recall seeing that name in the local news.”
“Is that all we have so far?” Gary nodded, and Dan straightened the sheaf of notes. “Then maybe our first port of call is Cheryl’s father.”
“As soon as we’ve located him, yes.” Gary smiled. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this case has grabbed my interest.”
“Just don’t get your hopes up. There will be much more mundane cases to solve, I’m sure.”
As far as Dan was concerned, Travers’s suggestion had been perfect, and he couldn’t wait to get started. His thoughts went back to their visit to the hospice. “You know what would be wonderful? If Travers is right, and it turns out this case and the death of James Sebringarelinked. And I don’t mean wonderful because it would sew everything up in a neat little bow. I was thinking of Linda Sebring.”
“I know what you mean, but I think you might be asking a little too much. Let’s concentrate on locating anyone who knew Cheryl Somers and see where that leads us.”
“Starting tomorrow.” Dan placed the notes on the desk. “But for tonight? No more work talk. You’re all mine.”
Gary’s eyes sparkled. “I like the sound of that.”
DAN STACKEDthe dishes and carried them into the kitchen. “Coffee?” he called out to Gary in the living room.
“Please.”
He set up the coffeepot, then loaded the dishwasher.
“Dinner was delicious, by the way.” Gary stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
Dan smiled. “Anyone can cook pasta.”
Gary chuckled. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d been on the receiving end of some of Brad’s first attempts at cooking.”
Dan had a feeling the mention of Brad wasn’t altogether coincidental.
He closed the dishwasher and turned to lean against the sink. “I’ve been meaning to talk about him. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to tell you much, except for the emotions connected to his sweater.”
Gary swallowed. “I think you told me plenty, don’t you?”
“I only told you he’d known the person who killed him. And Isowanted to tell you more than that. Perhaps….” He clammed up. He didn’t want to push.
“Perhaps what?”
“It might help if I could touch things that had belonged to him.” Except Dan knew what that would entail, how much turmoil that would subject Gary to.
I don’t want to put him through the wringer.
Gary became still, and Dan knew he’d pushed him too far. “That would mean a visit to my parents, and I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
“I can wait,” Dan assured him before adding, “as long as you can.”
Gary walked over to the coffeepot and grabbed two cups from the cabinet above it. “Had any visions lately?”
Dan managed a smile, despite his quaking heart. “What you really want to know is do I still get the vision of you and me making love?”
“Do you?”
Dan shook his head. “Not for a while now. I guess it served its purpose. It prepared me to meet you, opened my eyes to show me who you were. And as for other visions… not as such, no. But have you ever woken up with something in your head, and it won’t leave you?”
Gary huffed. “Sure. Usually song lyrics.”
Dan shook his head. “This is a movie. It’s one I’m familiar with, but I have no idea why I keep thinking of it.”
