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shook the finger at Pete. “And their sister happens to be Zoe’s grandma.”
    “Which Engle? James?”
    “I believe so, yes.”
    “Makes you wonder who will get it now. I met Wilford. He doesn’t look well either.”
    “I can’t help you there. I do remember there was an investigation of sorts at the time, although nothing came of it. You should give Warren Froats a call.”
    “Froats?” Pete had replaced the old chief of police almost ten years ago. “Was he chief back then?”
    “Warren was chief when the dinosaurs walked these hills. He’d probably still be chief if his cardiologist hadn’t put his foot down and insisted he retire.” Sylvia’s face pinched into a scowl. “Good thing, too. Everyone loved Warren, but he wasn’t much of a stickler for details, if you know what I mean. I’m not sure how many cases he solved. Mostly I think he just talked folks into forgetting about them.”
    “Yet you think I should speak with him about the investigation into the Miller homicides?”
    She shrugged. “I can promise you one thing. If he did find anything, he’ll still remember it. Nothing wrong with the man’s memory.”
    “Okay.” Pete added a stop at Froats’ house to his itinerary for the day. After his trip to the morgue.
    Sylvia pushed up from her seat with a grunt. “I’d better be going. I imagine you have an autopsy to attend to.”
    Pete stood, careful to keep his weight off the bad ankle without being obvious about it.
    She paused in front of him. “You never said. Do you think there’s a connection between Jim Engle and the Miller brothers’ deaths?”
    “Probably not. I’m just checking all the angles.”
    “All right then.” She made a move toward the door and then hesitated. “And what happened to your leg?”
    “My leg?” Pete straightened, striking the best invincible pose he could.
    “Yes, your leg.” She pointed at his right one. “The one you’re trying hard to pretend doesn’t hurt like the dickens.”
    He eyed her, but gave up the charade. “Injured in the line of duty. I’ll be fine.”
    “Uh-huh. Get the doctor to look at it. And I don’t mean the pathologist.”
    “Yes, Mother,” Pete quipped and then leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
    She opened the door to leave. “Oh. You have more company coming.”
    Damn it. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight-fifteen. He needed to be on the road no later than eight-thirty to be in Brunswick by nine. Whoever was paying him a surprise visit this time had better make it quick.
    He looked past Sylvia to see a black sedan parked at the end of his walk. A tall, slender woman wearing her brunette hair in a ponytail was helping an elderly man from the passenger seat.
    Realization hit Pete with the force of a baseball bat.
    No. Not now.
    Sylvia nodded politely to the pair as she ambled down the sidewalk toward her white Ford Escort, showing no signs of recognition. Why would she? She’d never met his sister and father.
    “Hello, Pete,” his sister said as the couple approached his door.
    “Hey, Sis. Hi, Pop.” Pete tried to keep the what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here tone from his voice.
    “Son,” Harry Adams said, beaming. He caught Pete in a hug that forced him to put full weight on his bad ankle. The old man mistook the groan as a result of his embrace and laughed, flexing his muscles. “I still work out in the gym, you know.”
    Nadine deposited a gargantuan purse on one of the kitchen chairs. “Come on, Dad.” She guided him toward the living room. “I think your favorite TV show is on.”
    TV? Pete opened his mouth to protest. How long did they plan on staying? But his sister shot him a look that reminded him of his mother when he’d been in serious trouble as a kid. He closed his mouth.
    Once the old man was settled on the sofa in front of the television, Nadine returned to the kitchen. “We have to talk.”
    No man alive wanted to hear those four words from any woman. “I wish you’d have