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He listened while he licked, one ear perched higher than the other.
"So do we have a deal?"
He looked up at her and gave one sharp bark. Then he climbed to his feet, ready to run again, his entire hind end wagging.
"How 'bout we take it easy the rest of the way?" She knew she had pushed it a bit too hard. As she stood and stretched, she could feel a cramp threatening her calf. Yes, they'd walk the rest of the way, despite the wind chilling her sweat-drenched body and making her shiver.
A bulging orange moon peeked from behind a line of pine trees and the ridge that separated Maggie's new neighborhood from the rest of the world. The houses were set far back off the street with enough property and landscaping between them to make it difficult to see the next-door neighbors. Maggie loved the seclusion and privacy. Though without any streetlights, darkness came quickly. It still freaked her out a bit to run after dark. There were too many Albert Stuckys out there. And even though she knew he was dead-that she'd killed him herself-she still sometimes ran with her Smith & Wesson tucked in her waistband.
Before she got to her long circular driveway, she saw a glimmer of windshield. She recognized the spotless white Mercedes and wanted to turn around. If he hadn't seen her, she might have done just that. But Greg waved from the portico, leaning against its railing as if he owned the house.
"It's a little late to be out running, isn't it?" This was his greeting, which sounded more like a scolding, and she found herself flinching instinctively, just as Harvey had earlier. The gesture represented a microcosm of their relationship, which had been reduced to instinctive survival tactics, and Greg still wondered why she wanted a divorce?
"What do you need, Greg?"
He looked like he had stepped off the pages of GQ. He was dressed in a dark suit, with sharp creases she could see even in the moon's dim light, not a wrinkle in sight. His golden hair was moussed and styled, not a strand out of place. Yes, her soon-to-be ex-husband was certainly handsome, no question about that. She knew he must be on his way home from dinner with friends or business associates. Maybe he had a date, and immediately she wondered how she would feel about that. Relieved, was her quick and easy answer.
"I don't need anything." He sounded hurt, and she saw him shift to his defensive stance, another survival tactic in his own arsenal. "I just thought I should check up on you."
As they got closer, Harvey started growling, his signal that warned of any stranger on their property.
"Good Lord!" Greg backed up, only now noticing Harvey. "That's the dog you took in?"
"Why are you checking up on me?"
But Greg was now preoccupied with Harvey. Maggie knew he hated dogs, though while they were together he had made excuses that he was allergic to them. Seemed the only thing he was allergic to was Harvey's growl.
"Greg." She waited until she had his attention. "Why are you here?"
"I heard about Richard."
Maggie stared at him, waiting for more of an explanation. When one didn't come, she said, "It happened days ago." She stopped herself from adding that if he was so concerned, why did he wait until now.
"Yeah, I know. I did hear about it on the news, but the name didn't ring a bell with me right away. Then I talked to Stan Wenhoff this morning about a case I'm representing. He told me about what happened at the morgue."
"He told you about that?" Maggie couldn't believe it. She wondered who else he had told.
"He was just concerned about you, Maggie. He knows we're married."
"We're getting a divorce," she corrected him.
"But we're still married."
"Please, Greg. It's been a long day and a long week. I don't need any lectures. Not tonight, okay?" She marched past him to the front door, letting Harvey lead, so that Greg moved out of the way.
"Maggie, I really did just stop to see if you're okay."
"You could be a little more grateful. I did come all this way."
"Next time, perhaps you should call first."
She was ready to close the door on him, when he said,
"That could have been you, Maggie."
She stopped and leaned against the doorjamb, looking up at him and into his eyes. His perfect forehead was creased with concern. His eyes startled her with flecks of dampness she didn't recognize.
"When Stan told me about Richard...well, I..." He kept his voice low and quiet, almost a whisper, and there was an emotion in it she hadn't heard for years. "The first thing I thought of was, what if it had been you?"
"I can take care of myself, Greg." Her job had been an ongoing debate in their marriage-no, argument was a better word. It had been an ongoing argument between the two of them for the last several years. She wasn't in the mood for any "I told you sos."
"I bet Richard thought he could take care of himself, too." He stepped closer and reached to caress her cheek, but Harvey's growl cut the gesture short. "It made me realize how much I still care about you, Maggie."
She closed her eyes and sighed. Damn it! She didn't want to hear this. When she opened her eyes, he was smiling at her.
"Why don't you come with me. I can wait while you get ready."
"No, Greg."
"I'm meeting my brother, Mel and his new wife. We're gonna have a nightcap at their hotel."
"Greg, don't"
"Come on, you know Mel adores you. I'm sure he'd love to see you again."
"Greg." She wanted to tell him to stop, that she wouldn't be meeting with him and Mel probably ever again. That their marriage was over. That there was no going back. But those watery gray eyes of his seemed to replace her anger with sadness. She thought of Delaney and of his wife, Karen, who had hated Delaney's career choice as much as Greg hated hers. So instead, she simply said, "Maybe some other time, okay? It's late and I'm really wiped out tonight."
"Okay," he said, hesitating.
For a minute she worried that he might try to kiss her. His eyes strayed from hers to her mouth, and she felt her back tense up against the doorjamb. Yet in that moment of hesitation, she realized she wouldn't resist the gesture, and that revelation surprised her. What the hell was wrong with her? There was no need to worry, however. Harvey's renewed growl cut short any attempt at intimacy, drawing away Greg's attention.
He scowled at Harvey, then smiled back at Maggie. "Hey, at least you don't have to worry about security with him around."
He turned to leave, then spun back around. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said, pulling a clump of torn and wrinkled papers from his jacket's inside breast pocket. "These must have blown out of your garbage can. The wind was nuts today." He handed her what she recognized as several ripped ad inserts, stuffers from her credit card statements and a notice about her Smart Money magazine subscription. "Maybe you need tighter lids," he added. Typical Greg, practical Greg, not able to resist the chance to correct or advise her.
"Where did you find these?"
"Just under that bush." He pointed to the bayberry along the side of the house as he headed to his car. "Bye, Maggie."
She watched him wave and waited for him to get inside, predicting his routine of checking his reflection in the rearview mirror, followed by one quick swipe at his already perfect hair. She waited until his car was down the street and out of her sight, then she took Harvey and rounded the garage. Instantly, the lights rigged to the motion detector came on, revealing the two galvanized steel garbage cans, lined up exactly where she kept them, side by side, securely against the garage wall, each can with its lid tightly intact.
She glanced through the pieces of crumpled paper, again. She shredded the important stuff, so she didn't need to worry. She was always careful. Still, it was a bit unnerving to know that someone had bothered to go through her garbage. What in the world had they hoped to find?
CHAPTER 15
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