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and climbed into the bed. “Oh, I forgot to tell you Jane seemed rather miffed with Martine as well. Though I didn’t hear any of their conversation. And Jane is at odds with Paul.”
    John turned toward me, his face illuminated by a light across the courtyard someone had just turned on. “Alex, is there anything else you’ve forgotten to tell me?”
    I shook my head. “No. Nothing I can think of.”
    “Well, I’m going to have to tell Inspector Willix about Donna and Jane tomorrow.”
    “Are you seeing him tomorrow?”
    “Sorry. I forgot to tell you something. He’s asked me to come down to his office in the morning. Actually, he’s going to pick me up. I think he wants to question me about American interrogation techniques. He’s a very curious fellow. You don’t mind, do you?”
    “No. I suppose not. The three of us can go to the art museum. Unless, of course, you’d rather we wait for you?” I teased knowing full well my husband wasn’t a museum fan. You weren’t married as long as I was without knowing a thing or two about your spouse.
    John turned his back to me. “No. Go ahead. I’ll meet up with you later in the day. Gerard is coming by early and I’m exhausted. I better get some sleep. Good night.”
    I slid down under the covers and ran my hand expertly down the length of John’s back. “Good night, nothing! This is my honeymoon. You’re just going to have to wait a while longer for sleep.”

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    Dear Meme,
    Well, it’s happened again—and I don’t mean a night of hot passion with my new husband. I mean murder. Can you believe it? I’m not even in the country a week and I found another body. Luckily, I didn’t actually find it myself, but a young woman who was at a cookout we attended was killed. The police were called and it turns out John knows the inspector in charge. What a strange coincidence? They interviewed everyone and of course they think the husband did it, but I’m not so sure. The deceased had enemies and many were at the party. There’s definitely more to all this than has been revealed so far. I’m sure of it. I’m dying to ask some questions myself, but I’m in another country so of course I need to stay out of it but I fear John is going to become all wrapped up in the investigation. He spent the day with the police most of yesterday and he left again early this morning. So long, honeymoon. Whatever will I do with all my time? I miss you. Love, Alex.
    “Well, how do you like that. We’re only here a few days and already our husbands are ready to get back to work.” Sam came out onto the terrace off the dining room, a cup of coffee and a plate piled with freshly baked croissants in her hands.
    I closed the laptop the Smiths had left and turned to her. “Where exactly is Michael going?” I took one of the flaky pastries from my sister’s stack.
    “He’s going to the dentist. Can you believe it? He told Susan he’d like to observe a European dental practice in action and the fool woman agreed. She must be just as nuts as he is.”
    I laughed. The entire family knew how obsessed Michael could be about teeth and their proper care. Sam seemed to finally be figuring it out for herself.
    “Hey, these are great,” Sam said with a mouthful of the croissant. “Do you think we could take some back with us?”
    “They’re frozen, Samantha. I don’t think so.” I took another bite and added, “Well, maybe we could get some dry ice. You know the flight is only about eight hours. They’ll probably be fine but then we’ll have to eat them right away when we get home.”
    “Sounds good to me.” Sam reached for a second croissant.
    “I can’t believe I’m actually in Belgium. On my honeymoon.” I looked up to the sky and let the warm sun bathe my face. “I must be dreaming. Pinch me.” Sam reached over and gave my arm a good squeeze. “Ouch! I didn’t mean it literally.” I put down my teacup and rubbed the red mark.
    “Sorry. I