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    Kelly flipped the pages of the file. Stacks of articles, documents, correspondence from his years at Vendella. “Where did you get all this?”
    “I’ve been working with a private investigator. Read through all that, and you’ll see the lengths he’ll go to to get his way. It’s not a pretty picture.”
    “The detective hasn’t been able to get any proof about the murder though?”
    “Nothing that will cause the authorities to change their minds.”
    “So, what am I supposed to do?”
    “How did you get along with Marshall?”
    “What do you mean?” Finally, Kelly looked up from the file to catch a coldly calculating expression on her mother’s face.
    “Did you hit it off?”
    Kelly suddenly realized what her mother was asking. “He seemed like a spoiled asshole.”
    “That’s what he is, but that wasn’t my question. Did he seem interested in you?”
    “Why would he—”
    “Because he likes attractive women in their twenties.”
    Somehow, Kelly wasn’t surprised she wasn’t the first young woman he’d hit on. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
    “Why don’t you know? You’ve been around the block enough. You’d know if a man was interested.”
    Kelly felt a sudden flash of horror, picturing herself coming hard around Caleb’s cock, her skirt hiked up around her hips.
    “You screwed him, didn’t you?” her mother asked.
    “I didn’t—what—”
    There was absolutely nothing Kelly could say.
    “Why bother with embarrassment? I know all about your habits. And this actually works perfectly.”
    “What works perfectly?”
    “You need to get close to him.”
    “Close to him? Why?”
    “Because we need proof. Some sort of evidence. If there was any other way to get it, I would have found it by now. But there’s not. There’s no way I can get close enough to him to search his home and computers, but you can. You can.”
    “You want me to—”
    “Get close to him.” The words were like chips of ice. “Any way you can. Get close enough to bring the man down.”
    Kelly thought for a moment she might actually faint.
    This was too much. Simply too much.
    “You’re crazy! I’m not a spy. You want me to fuck him again, knowing that he was responsible for—”
    She had to break off the words because the reality suddenly came home for her. She’d had sex with the man responsible for her father’s death. He might not have pulled the trigger, but he’d killed her father just the same.
    And she’d allowed him into her body, she’d felt his hands all over, she’d surrendered part of herself to a man she could only hate.
    The wave of nausea was too strong, and it drove her to her feet. She jumped up and ran for the bathroom, gagging a few times as she processed the truth.
    It was too horrible to accept. Too horrible to allow.
    She stood over the toilet, waiting to vomit, but it never came.
    Her mother’s voice came from behind her. “You’ll have to be stronger than that, if you’re going to get this done.”
    “I’m not going to get any of this done. It’s crazy, and I’m not going to do it.”
    “Yes, you will. If you ever want to live with yourself, after today, you’ll do it.”
    “It will never work. He’ll find out who I am.”
    “No, he wouldn’t. I paid good money to bury the records of your identity. He won’t find anything.”
    “I still won’t do it.”
    When her stomach had settled enough, Kelly went over to the sink to splash water on her face.
    “Just go away. Why are you all of a sudden so set on this anyway? You’ve had eighteen years to put your ridiculous plans into place. Why now?”
    She was drying her face when her mother responded, no resonance at all in her tone. “Because I’m dying. It’s now or never.”
    Kelly gasped and whirled around, clutching the towel in her hand.
    “Cancer,” her mother said blandly. “I have no more than three months. Do this for me now, so I can die in