As she observed him closely, she noticed, just for a fraction of an instant, a flicker in his eye. It was something that made no sense. It wasn’t one of recognition. It was one of rage. It came, and then it left as soon as it did—so fast that she wasn’t even sure whether she saw it or imagined it. Suddenly, her heart started to pound wildly. No, she thought. It can’t be him. But could it? She thought suddenly of what Tate O’Brien had said about murders committed in the acts of both rage and love. Several wives were killed. Not just his. If he had killed his wife, that meant…he would have
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