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needed. The unflattering picture he’d painted made me curious about their relationship, especially since I knew that Jeremy was the one who had called to check up on her this morning.
    “But with the time it takes for the paramedics to get out to Clatska, it was already too late.” He heaved a sigh as if it had been scripted, but behind that sigh—nothing. No sense of loss, no indicator of grief.
    What was with this guy?
    The finger tapping resumed. “Anything else that I can tell you?”
    I knew there was plenty more he could tell me, but it would have been a waste of his time and mine if we were to continue this game of verbal dodgeball.
    “That’s all I need for now. Thank you. Would you ask Cameron to come in?”
    Coming to his feet, Jeremy narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze hard as granite for a split second before he shifted back into neutral.
    You don’t like me telling you what to do.
    “I’ll see if he’s available,” he stated slowly and clearly as if I needed a reminder that he was the one in charge in this office.
    Fine. At least he’d revealed an honest emotion. Not a particularly pleasant one since the guy looked like he wanted to wrap his beefy arm around my neck and put me into a head lock, but still, his emotional response told me a lot. Most notably that my read on him was correct.
    That didn’t mean that Jeremy McCutcheon had anything to do with his father’s death. It also didn’t mean that he didn’t.
     
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    Shaking his head, Cameron Windom stared down at the floor much like he had most of the last seven minutes we’d shared in his father’s office. With his fingers interlocked, his elbows propped against the armrests of the chair next to me, Cameron gave the appearance of praying, only his lips weren’t moving. Instead, they were clamped shut, making him look a lot like my ex-husband—a man afraid of digging himself into an inescapable hole after I caught him kissing our sous chef in the walk-in freezer.
    After several seconds of stony silence, Cameron blew out a breath, his feet inching toward the door like he wanted to bolt. “Really, I don’t know what more I can tell you. Like I said, I ate everything that he did, so I don’t know why he got so sick.”
    You could tell me the whole truth. Which would be especially useful since the information he was withholding was making him too twitchy to get an accurate reading.
    I decided to take a different approach. “Okay, then tell me about when you found out that Marty McCutcheon was your father.”
    He searched my gaze. “How did…. Does Jeremy know? I wasn’t supposed to say anything until after—”
    “Victoria told me, and I haven’t said anything about this to Jeremy, but it will be included in my report to the Coroner.”
    Cameron swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Maybe it doesn’t matter now.”
    I leaned toward him both to see and hear him more clearly. “What doesn’t matter?”
    “Without Marty here…” He shook his head. “There’s no reason to make the McCutcheons’ lives any more complicated than they already are.”
    Somehow his line felt rehearsed. Maybe the brothers were more alike than I’d given them credit for.
    One corner of his mouth lifted. “Too bad. I kinda liked this job.”
    “Are you saying you’re leaving?”
    He stared at the floor with such intensity he could have burned a hole in the carpeting with his corneas. “Jeremy doesn’t want me here. He’s made that pretty clear.”
    Oh, yeah? “How?”
    Cameron shrugged. “He rides me pretty hard when Marty’s not around. And now that he’s gone, I don’t have to put up with Jeremy’s management style .” Another lopsided smile crossed his lips. “It’s not like I’m going to be invited to any more family gatherings. No big deal,” he said, his eyes reddening with unshed tears as he lied to the both of us. “I don’t need any of this shit.”
    The last part of his statement might have been