“We’ve been looking into that since his death. It appears that there are records of him marrying all three of you, but no divorces on file. Could you please just tell me where you were on Thursday?”

She pointed down at her stomach. “Did either one of those masked people who shot my Conrad have a belly like this?”

“They did not,” he answered.

“Okay, then, take me off the suspect list. How could I? And I have dozens of people who were in and out of this store all day Thursday who will testify that I never left the place. Opened at nine and didn’t close until after five that day. We had a pre–Independence Day sale going on,” she said. “Besides, it’s three hours to Dallas. There’s no way I could have gone there and come back without being missed.”

“Can you tell me who might want him dead?” Conrad pulled out his notebook.

“Probably one of those other two who have burned the divorce papers,” she said.

There was enough venom in her voice that Waylon had to fight the urge to make the sign of a cross over his chest. “You think they might have conspired together to kill him when they found out he was a polygamist?”

“He is not.” Her tone shot up so shrill that it could have cracked glass. “They did something with the papers. I’m his only wife. That rich bitch could have hired someone to kill him, but she wouldn’t get her hands dirty with the job. The other one looked mean enough to me to have done it herself, just like she said. Your job is to find the divorce papers so my baby won’t be a bastard.” She shook her forefinger at him.

“My job, ma’am, is to find who killed him,” Waylon said. “I’ll have more questions later, so don’t leave the state. I’ll need a number where I can reach you.”

She handed him a business card with her cell phone number on the bottom. “When you find out who did this, I want to be the first to know.”

“Thank you for taking time to talk to me and for the cold drink.” He straightened up and extended his hand.

“You will find these people, won’t you?”

“I hope so. I’m retiring before long, and I don’t want to leave an open case on my desk.” He smiled.

“And you will let me know?”

He nodded. “You have my word.”

He would tell them all when he closed the case, starting with Kate, the legal wife, and working his way down to Amanda. After the hysterics from her at the funeral, he’d expected to find her still weeping and whining. Maybe it was all for show and they were in it together after all. If so, he’d see them all behind bars before he left the precinct for good.

CHAPTER FOUR

Fourteen years hadn’t changed the old cabin much. Five mismatched rocking chairs awaited her in a line across the wide front porch. The one on the end with the wide arms sat a little higher than the others, and she’d claimed that as her chair on her honeymoon. Kate would wrap a big quilt around her body and bring her morning coffee out to the porch. There she would listen to the soft laps of the lake as it rolled up on the shore.

Her high-heeled shoes sank into the soft green grass as she pulled two suitcases up onto the porch. She parked them on the porch and sat down in the rocking chair. Nothing happened. No peace, no memories. Just a hot wind, like that on the day of the funeral, blowing across her face and making beads of sweat pop up under her nose. She pushed up out of the chair and found the spare key hidden under the flowerpot shoved up in the corner.

Twenty-nine steps off the deck out back led straight down to the boat shed where the pontoon used to be housed. Conrad had used it in one of his schemes a few years back and bragged about it to her, so now there was just an empty shed down there. She opened the front door and wheeled her suitcase and briefcase inside. She expected the musty scent of a house that had been closed for a long time. But the aroma of something sweet, like a scented candle or potpourri, lingered. Had someone been there recently? Kate parked her suitcases in the middle of the floor and went straight to the thermostat, turning it down from seventy-eight to seventy degrees. And then she eased down on the sofa and covered her eyes with the back of her hand.

Coming to the cabin might have been a bad idea. She could have gone anywhere in the world for a few weeks, and this was the very last place she should be. But after her mother suggested that she get away for a while, all she could think of was the quiet happiness that she’d known sitting in that rocking chair on the porch. And she did need to get all the legal matters settled before her mother retired.

With its log walls and Western decor, the interior of the house was as rustic as the outside. The front door opened right into a great room–living room and country kitchen separated only by an archway. A panoramic view of the lake spread out before her from the sliding glass doors that opened up to the wide deck where Kate had watched beautiful Texas sunsets every evening for a whole week.

She was there and she didn’t plan to leave, so all that was left was to unpack. She rolled her luggage down the hallway toward the master bedroom, but she couldn’t make herself go into the room. She’d known he’d had other women, but did he bring them here? Did he have sex with them in her honeymoon bed? There was no way in hell she could sleep in that room. The therapist would call it love-hate, what she experienced as she stood there, her feet glued to the floor. She’d loved him. He’d tricked her. She hated him. All those feelings finally hit home and rolled up into a hard ball in the middle of her chest. They did not make for the happy, peaceful feeling she’d hoped for.

She crossed the hall to a second bedroom and noticed a furry paw sticking out from under the bed. Startled, her first reaction was to run until she realized it wasn’t a mouse but a stuffed animal. She crossed the room and raised the bed skirt to find a little toy bunny no bigger than the palm of her hand and a Barbie doll wearing a bathing suit. The doll’s black hair was frayed, giving testimony that it had seen lots of time in the bathtub. No doubt about it, Conrad had brought his daughter and her mother here.

Kate made her way to the second guest room. Judging by the dust on the dresser, no one had been in this room in years. Evidently the wife with the little girl only dusted and took care of the part of the house that they used.

Which makes this room perfect.

She set her briefcase at the end of the dresser and parked her suitcases in the middle of the floor, went back to the car, and rolled in a case with her laptop and printer/fax machine. She took it straight to the room and parked it beside the dresser. A queen-size bed with a split rail–type headboard, flanked on both sides with nightstands and lamps fashioned from horseshoes, a six-drawer dresser with a mirror above it, and a nice-size empty closet waited for her. A gold velvet rocking chair had been shoved into a corner. It looked comfortable and well worn, as if someone had used it a lot in the past.

“No bad auras here,” she mumbled.

That room, with its rustic charm, felt right. She stripped down the bed, carried the sheets and the quilt to the utility room, and shoved as much as she could into the washer. She found a dust cloth and a can of spray cleaner in the cabinets over the washer and dryer and returned to the bedroom. While she was dusting, she thought she heard the squeaky hinges on the front door but attributed the noise to the washer and kept right on cleaning her new bedroom. She’d come to the cabin to get away from everyone, and no one even knew she was there.

“Hello?” a thin voice yelled.

Kate stepped out of the room to find a wide-eyed Amanda standing in the hallway not five feet from her.

Amanda tucked her chin and glared. “What are you doing here?”

“I own this place. What are you doing here?” Kate asked.

Before Amanda could answer, another voice called out, “Who’s here? Show yourself.”

Kate recognized wife number two—Jamie, was it? Amanda whipped around as fast as her big belly would allow and stomped into the living room with Kate right behind her.

“Get out! Both of you, get out! This is my cabin,” Amanda shouted and waved her arms around. “Conrad told me when he brought me here for my honeymoon that he was leaving it to me in his will. So get off my property and don’t ever set foot on it again.”