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“I can’t afford to buy a parking place,” I said.
He handed me the keys to the Porsche. “I think we need to have a little talk about your financial position.” The results dumbfounded me, the details were staggering. There was something called a marital deduction. The fact that we had been married at the time of Anne’s death meant that most of the money went to me without anything going to estate taxes. I had more money than I’d ever know what to do with.
The night before Ames was supposed to fly back to Phoenix, the three of us went to the Doghouse for dinner—Peters, Ames, and me. I was beginning to like the idea of having Ames around, to appreciate being able to ask his advice. A couple came in with two little girls, pretty little things with long brunette hair. I saw Peters’ heart go to his sleeve. That’s when the idea hit me.
“How are you at interstate custody cases?” I asked Ames.
“I don’t usually handle those personally,” he said, “but our firm has won more than we’ve lost.”
“And deprogramming?”
“We’ve handled a couple of those, too,” he said.
Peters looked at me then. He was beginning to get my drift. I winked at him. “You know, Ames, unless you’ve got something really pressing, I think I’d like you to stop by Broken Springs, Oregon, and see if you can pull Peters’ two kids out of there.”
Ames shrugged. “You’re the boss,” he said.
I think Anne Corley Beaumont—the Anne I loved—would have approved.
About the Author
J. A. JANCE is the New York Times bestselling author of Paradise Lost and Kiss of the Bees. Ms. Jance was born in South Dakota, brought up in Bisbee, Arizona, and now lives with her
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
About the Author