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too?”
    Jimmy rolled his eyes. “You mean the supposed phone calls and threats? She’s just trying to get my attention, as I said before.”
    “She thinks you’re trying to kill her.”
    “Like I said, she’s trying to get my attention. You know what she’s like.”
    An unspoken thought passed between us. Yes, I knew what my sister was like. All our lives, Cheri had wanted what I had and she had found ways to take it. She had to be the centre of attention. Jimmy was living proof.
    “I don’t think that’s what’s going on,” I said. “She honestly fears for her life. She thinks you want to get rid of her.”
    “Do you believe that, Anna? You know me as well as anybody. Do you honestly think I’m capable of killing my wife?”
    “You tell me. What was going on between you and Hannah Jones?”
    “Hannah Jones? Nothing. What makes you ask me about her?”
    “Because I saw her at your house yesterday morning. Maybe that’s why you’d like to get rid of Cheri. Maybe Hannah was going to tell Cheri aboutyour affair, so you got rid of her first. Hannah could make your divorce very messy. Plus, it wouldn’t be the first time you dropped a woman when you’d had enough of her.”
    “Ouch.” Jimmy winced. “Nobody was more surprised than me to see Hannah yesterday. She wanted to meet after I finished work to tell me something. Then she ended up dead on our front lawn. With all the crazy things Cheri’s been up to . . . She might have thought we were having an affair too, and done something about it. I can’t even go there. I have nothing more to say.”
    The waitress set our plates of food in front of us. We stared at each other for a good long time and then dropped our heads to eat. I knew from what I’d just read in Jimmy’s eyes that he was done talking.
    Later when I drove the truck back to Dad’s, I remembered the Jimmy I’d planned to marry. I could tell that he felt something for me still. The eyes never lie. Not for the first time, I wished I’d stayed far, far away from Ottawa. When this was over, I’d be making tracks to Kermit, Texas, as fast as the plane could fly me. I owed myself that.
    No ties. No problems. Nobody to cause me grief ever again.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    M onday morning, Cheri pulled herself together. She got up, put on her navy suit and high heels, and got ready for work. She put blush on her cheeks to cover up her pale skin. Some magic cream covered up the dark circles under her eyes. Her jaw jutted out in its old defiant way.
    “If I stay at home much longer, Bob Cahill’s going to give someone else my promotion. I need to spend time with my co-workers. It’s still so hard to believe Hannah is dead.”
    “What about your fear that someone tried to kill you?” I asked.
    She smiled. “Jimmy called me last night. He said that I can see Evan if I’m feeling better and not acting so . . . crazy.”
    “That’s big of him, but he might still be trying to hurt you.”
    “I don’t know. Jimmy didn’t sound as angry with me as he has been. He even said he missed me. Evan keeps asking to come home.”
    “And that’s it? You don’t fear for your life anymore?”
    A shadow of worry passed across Cheri’s eyes. She shook her head as if clearing away bad thoughts. “Maybe I went a little overboard. I’m putting all that behind me.”
    “And what if you weren’t imagining the danger?” Jimmy might be trying a new approach if he’d had a hand in Hannah’s death.
    “The emails started when Jimmy and Evan moved out. Whoever is behind this, if there is anybody, will stop when my family comes home.”
    I stared at her, too stunned to reply. There were only two reasons that I could see behind her change of heart. Either Cheri was choosing to believe what she wanted to believe, or she was the one behind all the nastiness. Both options were disturbing.
    A memory of eight-year-old Cheri flashed across my mind. Our mother had been dead three weeks and Cheri hadn’t cried.