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According to the papers, she was almost forty years old, too. She didn’t look it.
    He asked the question that everyone in Duluth was asking.
    Did you do it?

4
    One week after the murder of Jay Ferris, Stride’s team still hadn’t found the gun.
    ‘We tore that house apart from top to bottom,’ Maggie told him. ‘I had guys tramping through the snow and climbing the cliffs on both sides. We searched every dumpster within a mile around the place. Nothing. The gun’s gone.’
    Stride leaned back in the old vinyl chair. They were in the basement of City Hall in downtown Duluth, where the Detective Bureau’s investigations were headquartered. It was late, and the rest of the office was dark, but they had fluorescent lights blazing over their heads. One of the lights flickered like a strobe. The table was strewn with half-empty cans of Coke, Lays potato chip bags, and sauce-stained wrappers that smelled of Subway meatballs. File folders on every chair bulged with papers and photographs, and evidence boxes were stacked against the conference room’s walls. This was the war room for everything they knew – and didn’t know – about Jay Ferris and Janine Snow.
    He stared at the ceiling and thought about the missing gun.
    ‘So you kill your husband,’ Stride said. ‘You have an argument, you go find a gun, you shoot him. Now there you are with his body on the floor, and you have to figure out what to do next. You don’t have much time. Fifteen minutes? Half an hour? You can’t be sure a neighbor didn’t hear the shot, and if too much time goes by before you call 911, people will wonder why.’
    ‘Nobody heard the shot,’ Maggie pointed out.
    ‘Right, but Janine doesn’t know that. She needs to get rid of the gun, and she grabs a bunch of jewelry to make it look like a robbery. Then what? Throw it all down the canyon? Someone’s bound to find it when the snow melts. Does she get in Jay’s car and drive somewhere? Maybe, but what if someone sees her on the road?’
    ‘So what do you think she did?’ Maggie asked.
    He shook his head. ‘I don’t know. Chances are, Janine already had a plan. She’s not the kind of woman who does anything on the spur of the moment. She probably thought about this for weeks.’
    ‘Or she’s innocent,’ Maggie pointed out.
    ‘Yeah. Or she’s innocent.’
    It was possible – but Stride didn’t believe it. He’d looked into Janine’s eyes that night and seen the truth. She was guilty. She’d killed her husband.
    He got up and wandered through the darkened office to the pop machine, where he bought another can of Coke. He popped it and drank most of it quickly. A noisy furnace vent rattled over his head, but it did little to warm the drafty basement. He leaned against the wall, waiting for the rush of caffeine and sugar.
    Stride was almost forty, and on most days, he still felt young. His face had been weathered by the Duluth winters, but he could be boyish when he cracked his quick, easy grin. His hair was jet black, short on the sides, messy and cow-licked on top. He didn’t have perfect features. He would never be a smooth-skinned, blow-dried model. Cindy said she liked his flaws because he didn’t try to hide them. She said you could look at her husband and know exactly who he was: honorable, headstrong, brooding, and bold – a man who would give his life trying to do the right thing and who would feel every failure deep into his bones.
    He knew half the people in the city, thanks to his job, but he didn’t invite many people into his life. He had no siblings. His parents were dead. He’d lost his father to the lake when he was a boy, and his mother had passed away ten years ago. Since then, his world had mostly been him and Cindy, but he didn’t need anyone else. He only kept a few close friends other than his wife. His doctor and college buddy Steve Garske. And Maggie.
    Stride smiled at the idea of Maggie. As cops, as friends, they were good together. They were