Ultimate Cedar Cove Collection. Debbie Macomber

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СКАЧАТЬ than ten minutes later, her friend was at the front door. “What is it?”

      “The son of a bitch,” Grace cried, so furious she could barely contain herself. “Look at this!” She thrust the VISA statement at Olivia.

      Olivia glanced at it and raised questioning eyes to Grace. “What?”

      “Berghoff Jewelers in Bremerton. I didn’t buy myself any jewelry.”

      “Dan?”

      “Who else?” Grace raged.

      “What would Dan buy there for two hundred and fifty dollars?”

      “A little trinket for his girlfriend, no doubt,” she snapped.

      “Well, let’s find out.”

      Olivia was always sensible. It hadn’t even occurred to Grace to contact the store. She hadn’t cancelled the credit card, either, which was a mistake she planned to rectify first thing in the morning.

      While Grace paced the living room, Olivia found the phone number and dialed. When she’d finished, she handed the receiver to Grace.

      Anger shot through her. “Hello,” she said, doing her best to sound calm and reasonable. “My name is Grace Sherman and I have my credit card statement here in front of me.” She went on to explain the charge. “They’re looking up the receipt now,” Grace said, covering the mouthpiece with her hand.

      In thirty-five years of marriage Dan hadn’t once bought her a piece of jewelry. He considered it frivolous. She wore a plain gold band—the same ring he’d placed on her finger the day of their wedding. Over the years, the band had worn thin and should have been replaced, but never was. Her husband didn’t wear a wedding band at all, not after he got out of the military. Working with heavy equipment made it dangerous for a man to wear any sort of ring.

      The woman from Berghoff’s returned with the requested information. “Mrs. Sherman,” she said.

      “Yes.” Grace was instantly alert.

      “The VISA charge is for a ring.”

      “I beg your pardon?” This was as strange as everything else about her husband’s disappearance.

      “A ring. I’m sorry, but it doesn’t say what type.”

      Grace felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. “That’s all right. Thank you for your trouble.” Quickly she replaced the receiver, then collapsed into a chair.

      “What?” Olivia was at her side.

      Grace stared down at the thin gold band on her left hand. She’d suspected for a long time that there was another woman; now she had proof. “He bought a ring.”

      “A ring?” Olivia said. “But why?”

      “Isn’t it obvious?” Grace cried. “That’s why he left me his last paycheck,” she added.

      “It was supposed to pay for the ring?” Olivia asked.

      “Apparently so.” This was just like Dan and his twisted sense of honor. He thought nothing of walking out on her, without a word of explanation, turning her life into a living hell. Yet he made sure the last charge on their VISA account, one that had apparently paid for another woman’s ring, had been covered.

      “The other day,” Grace whispered, struggling to hold on to her inner strength, “I came home from work and had the oddest sense that Dan had been in the house.”

      “You changed the locks, didn’t you?”

      “No.” Maryellen and Kelly had talked her out of that. Both of them were convinced their father would return soon and explain everything. In the beginning Grace had thought so, too, but no longer. She didn’t want him back. But if Dan ever did return, she wanted the distinct pleasure of telling him to his face that she was divorcing him.

      “You think Dan was in the house?” Olivia asked.

      “I’m almost positive….”

      “Something was missing?”

      If so, Grace couldn’t detect what it was, although she’d torn through every room, searching. She shook her head.

      “Then how did you know?” Olivia persisted.

      “I could smell him.”

      “Smell him?”

      “Working with trees all day, he often came home smelling like a freshly cut Christmas tree. The scent was there, I swear it, Olivia.”

      “I don’t doubt you.”

      “I didn’t tell the girls. They’re upset enough as it is.”

      Olivia sat across from her. “Have you thought about talking to Roy McAfee? He has an excellent reputation.”

      “A private detective?” That sounded outrageously expensive, and living on one income was already stretching her budget.

      “It won’t hurt to consult with him and find out what he’d charge to find Dan.”

      Grace nodded. Olivia was right.

      The following day, Grace scheduled an afternoon appointment with the investigator. She’d met Roy a couple of times, and Corrie was a regular library patron.

      Corrie was polite and friendly when Grace arrived, immediately putting her at ease. She led her into Roy’s office and brought each of them a cup of coffee before gently closing the door.

      “I understand Dan is missing,” Roy said, getting directly to the point.

      Grace could be equally blunt. Her patience with the situation was gone, especially since she’d learned about the ring. “How much would it cost to find him?”

      “That depends on how long it takes.”

      Grace glanced down at her folded hands. “I don’t think it’ll be that difficult.”

      “Do you have any idea where he might be?” Roy asked.

      “No. But I suspect he’s with another woman.”

      Roy nodded. “Okay,” he said, looking directly into her eyes. “How badly do you want to find him?”

      “I don’t. I mean, I don’t want him back.” Sadness settled over her. “I’d just like to see him long enough to slap the divorce papers in his hand.”

      Eleven

      Cecilia had dreaded this day for weeks. May first. Her wedding anniversary. A year ago, on this very day, she’d stood with Ian before a Justice of the Peace and they exchanged heartfelt vows. In a matter of minutes, they’d joined their lives for what she’d believed would be forever.

      The pregnancy was just beginning to show, and Cecilia had felt СКАЧАТЬ