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Hunt. Let him know. He’s been working on your case.”
    â€œAnd say what?” Lydia walked around the room, opening and closing other drawers. “Nothing seems to be gone. My most valuable possession in here is my laptop, and it’s on the desk.” When she looked into her walk-in closet, she stiffened. Clothes and hangers were tossed on the floor.
    â€œMaybe I should call him. My closet is a mess,” Lydia murmured before she could stop herself.
    Kate came up behind her and glanced over Lydia’s shoulder. She flinched at her little sister’s quiet approach and stepped back.
    Kate pushed past her into the closet and began picking up the shirts and pants.
    â€œLeave it. It could be evidence.”
    Clenching a blouse in her hand still on its hanger, Kate glared at her. “I did this. I was upset and hurrying to get back to the hospital. I was looking for the green shirt you like to wear because it’s so comfortable. I thought you could wear it home.”
    Her tension deflated, Lydia sagged against the door, holding herself upright. “I’ll take care of it later. Right now I just want to lie down.” She made her way to her bed and sank back against the pillows. “I’m sorry I accused you of going through my desk.”
    â€œYeah, right.” Kate huffed and stomped into the hallway.
    I should get up and go after her
. But exhaustion swamped Lydia. She closed her eyes and decided she would in a little while after Kate calmed down. After Lydia rested...
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    As Jesse drove toward the bistro bomb site after being at Lydia’s, he couldn’t shake from his mind the brief conversation about that last year before she eloped with Aaron and didn’t return to Anchorage. All he wanted to do was forget it. Why did women always want to discuss things to death? The past was just that.
    And as far as he and Lydia being friends, he didn’t see that as an option. He didn’t want her to hurt him again. It was like when he was a young boy and touched the hot stove. He never did it again. Once was enough to teach him to stay away.
    Thomas wanted Jesse to follow up with the appliance store’s owner today. The black Chevy with the partial license plate number Jesse had written down hadn’t been found yet.
    Not long after the bombing, Thomas had sent two police officers to interview each store owner on the street. Yesterday Officer Williams hadn’t been able to get much from Mr. Pickens, the man who owned the appliance store. He’d been so shaken up that he could barely remember anything about that morning. This was the first day the police had allowed people back on the street after another thorough search for a follow-up bomb or any evidence. Besides Mr. Pickens, Jesse would also interview the manager at the clothing store and drugstore next door.
    Jesse parked in front of Pickens Appliance, and after retrieving Brutus from the back, entered the shop. He immediately homed in on the tall, overweight man watching two men measure the area where the plate glass window used to be.
    Jesse approached Mr. Pickens, recognizing him from his driver’s license photo. “Mr. Pickens, I’m Sergeant Hunt, and I need to have a few words with you about the day of the bombing.”
    â€œI was in the back when the bomb went off. Shook the whole building. By the time I came out of the office, everyone was fleeing, screaming, scared.”
    â€œWhen did you leave that day?” Jesse gave Brutus a short leash and signaled for him to sit next to him.
    â€œWhen you guys asked us to evacuate the area. I wasn’t gonna wait for another bomb to go off.”
    â€œI checked your store not long after noon and found someone in here. He fled out the back. Do you have any idea who it could have been? An employee? A customer who didn’t leave?”
    â€œEveryone was gone when I locked up. Don’t know why I bothered because all any person had