The door to Donald Meekins’ office was closed. He must have been in a meeting or he would have locked the outer office door.Davidson stood as rigid as a soldier. “Where is your husband?”“That’s what I want to know.” Renee’s eyes were puffy and dewy. Having a cheating husband tended to do that to a woman. But she was well aware of his ability to keep secrets. Their deepest bond was their mutual dishonesty.“I’m sorry to do this here, but I need to talk to both of you. Together.”“There’s not a ‘together’ anymore.”“Sorry, Mrs. Wells. I don’t mean to pry in personal business. But after the fire at your husband’s construction site, I had to go back and look at the evidence collected when your house burned down.”“You said the SBI ruled it accidental.”“Not exactly. What they ruled was ‘undetermined cause.’”Renee wiped her nose with a ragged Kleenex she pulled from her pocket. She hated to be seen like this. Her hair was tangled and sweaty, her cheeks bright with shock and sorrow.
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