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went off the road and down a ravine. No other vehicles were involved, apparently, and it’s been written off as driver inattention.”
    Clyde hoisted a brow. “But you don’t buy that?”
    “Sonia didn’t. The police seem to think he might have fallen asleep at the wheel, but that wouldn’t have happened. Mum would have given him a prod if he did start to nod.” Fabia shook her head. “I guess the guardia needed to say something to get it off their books. You know how things are out here.” Both men nodded. Peyton had certainly had more than his fair share of run-ins with authority for various reasons. “Anyway, that was the easy answer.”
    “I think I read about it in the paper at the time,” Clyde said. “I’m sorry.”
    “Thanks, it’s been a tough six months.”
    “And now you’ve lost your sister as well.”
    “She’s not dead,” Fabia said almost aggressively. “I’d know it if she was. She’s just gotten herself into something she can’t handle.”
    “You and Sonia were brought up in Spain?” Peyton asked.
    “Yes. I was seven when Mum and Dad moved here. Sonia and I both went to a Spanish school but went back to England to go to university and got jobs there afterward. We both played tennis for our colleges and took coaching exams as back-up careers.” Her expression closed down. “I became an interior designer and never thought I’d use my coaching skills professionally.”
    “So why did you?”
    “Sonia and I came over after the accident, obviously, to make funeral arrangements and everything.” Both men nodded encouragement when her words stalled. “Then we started going through the house, clearing out personal stuff. Neither of us wanted to live here, so it had to be sold. That’s when we found it.”
    “Found what?”
    “Dad’s diary. He was an architect and—”
    “Of course!” Peyton bashed his forehead with the heel of his hand. “I should have recognized the name. He did a lot of the planning for this place.”
    “Yes.” Fabia sat forward. “Did you know him?”
    “I met him a few times. Nice guy.”
    “Yes, he was.” Tears rimmed her eyes but didn’t fall. “The thing is, he still came up here a lot. He had a small shareholding in the parent company that he took as part of his salary. He played a lot of golf, too.” She paused, presumably to gain her composure. “Anyway, we found his diaries, and he had a lot of concerns about the way this place was being run.”
    Both men sat a little straighter. “What sort of concerns?”
    “He didn’t spell them out exactly, but he seemed to think it wasn’t being run properly.” She lifted her shoulders. “After that meeting today, I tend to agree with him.”
    “And so Sonia came to work here to see what she could find out?” Peyton frowned. “Not a smart move.”
    “That’s what I tried to tell her, but she’s as stubborn as me when she sets her mind on a particular course of action.” Fabia managed a weak smile. “Both of us must have inherited that trait from our mother. Anyway, when they could find no reason for Dad’s car crash and then we found his diaries, she became convinced that someone had killed them to shut Dad up. She reckoned the answer lay in Tosca Brava, and so she took that damned job.”
    “Did she find anything out?” Peyton asked in a neutral tone.
    “No, not really.” Fabia paused. “Well, nothing she shared with me, anyway.”
    Clyde smiled at her. “Did your dad name names in his diary?”
    “If only it had been that easy.”
    “If there was something going on and she started asking questions, presumably the guilty parties would have recognized her name.” Peyton articulated his thoughts with brutal honesty. “That could have been dangerous.”
    “No, she didn’t mention her connection to Dad, and her qualification comes from England.” Fabia shrugged. “Foster’s a common-enough name. Sonia didn’t think anyone joined the dots.”
    “They probably didn’t,”