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some lesson plans, and I looked up, and there he was, and he asked if he could sit down, and he talked to me and bought me a juice from the vending machines, and then he walked me to my car, and two months later we were married.”
    â€œThat fast?” Zack said, writing everything down.
    â€œWell, I had my reasons.” Lucy sank back in her chair and closed her eyes. “They were the wrong reasons, but I didn’t know that then.”
    Zack wasn’t listening. This could be it. The dates matched. He looked over at Lucy, sitting lost in an ugly green chair, and he felt a sudden protectiveness for her that was totally out of character for him. The poor helpless kid was just an innocent bystander. That rat Bradley…
    Bradley.
    Zack started to tap his notebook again. “And exactly when did you meet him?”
    â€œAnd besides,” Lucy went on, still lost in her own train of thought, “there was the second law of thermonuclear dynamics.”
    â€œI’m sure there was. When did you meet him?”
    Lucy came back to earth. “Sorry. We got married June first. We met in the middle of March.”
    â€œAnd you got divorced in February.” Zack looked up from his notebook. “Any particular reason? Did he begin acting suspiciously? Did you find more money in your checking account than you could account for? Any…”
    â€œIt was the blonde,” Lucy said.
    â€œOh.” Zack winced for her. “Another woman? Sorry.”
    â€œGirl, really. Very young. Maybe twenty.”
    â€œThat could be his wife,” Zack said.
    â€œHis wife?” Lucy said faintly.
    â€œUh, yeah. Sorry to drop it on you like that. He was married.”
    â€œOh,” Lucy said.
    â€œBianca Bradley. Also blonde and young, twenty-four. He must have a thing for blondes.” Zack looked at Lucy’s impossible black hair and looked back as his notebook. “So…”
    â€œThat’s funny,” Lucy said. “Her maiden name was the same as his Christian name.”
    â€œNo, her maiden name is Bergman. She…”
    â€œWhere did the Bradley come from?”
    â€œWhat Bradley?” Zack said.
    â€œHer last name.”
    â€œWhen she married John Bradley,” Zack said, his patience wearing thin. “The same John Bradley you married.”
    â€œI didn’t marry John Bradley.” Lucy sat up straight. “I married Bradley Porter. I don’t believe this. You’ve been asking me questions about the wrong Bradley. What’s going on?”

Three
    â€œT his is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” Lucy said. “I mean, first you grab me in an alley—”
    â€œListen.” Zack fixed his eyes her. “John Talbot Bradley is six-five and weighs about two hundred pounds. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and he’s in very good physical condition. He used to be a high-school phys-ed teacher. Does he sound like your ex-husband?”
    Lucy opened her mouth and Zack held up his hand. “Think about it before you answer. I know it sounds dumb, but think about it.”
    Lucy shook her head. “No. Bradley’s blond and good-looking and a little out of shape. I bought him sweats once so he could run with me, and he told me that physical exertion was for people who didn’t use their minds. The height is close. But his eyes are gray.”
    Zack began to slap his notebook with his pencil. “He still might be able to pull it off. You met him in March and that’s when John Bradley went missing in California.”
    Lucy shook her head again. “Then definitely not. I met him in March, but he’d already been branch manager of his bank for a year.”
    â€œBranch manager of a bank?” Zack stopped frowning. “Two Bradleys, two banks. And then the phone tip and the diner. There’s got to be a connection here. All my instincts tell me there’s a connection.”
    â€œAll my