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have dozed off sitting at his desk. Philip even suggested that that story could work against me, that it could look as though I came home and was infuriated that Gary wasn’t anxiously watching for me.”
    Molly shrugged. “All right, I’ve done my bit. Now I’ll let you ask the questions. Shall we stay in here, or would you be more comfortable in another room?”
    “I think that’s your decision, Molly,” Fran said.
    “Then let’s stay here. The scene of the crime.” She said it matter-of-factly, without a smile.
    They sat together on the couch. Fran took out her tape machine and put it on the table. “I hope you don’t mind, but I have to record this.”
    “I expected it.”
    “Please keep this in mind, Molly-the only way I can hurt you when we do this program is by concluding it with a statement like, ‘The overwhelming evidence suggests that even though Molly Lasch claims she cannot remember causing the death of her husband, there seems to be no other possible explanation.’ ”
    For an instant, Molly’s eyes brightened with tears. “That wouldn’t shock anyone,” she said flatly. “It’s what they all believe now.”
    “But if there
is
another answer, Molly, I’ll only be able to help you find it if you’re absolutely candid with me every step of the way. Please don’t hedge or hold back, no matter how uncomfortable you may feel about a question.”
    Molly nodded. “After five and a half years in prison, I’ve learned what total lack of privacy is all about. If I could survive that, I can handle your questions.”
    Mrs. Barry brought in coffee. Fran could see by the set of her mouth that the woman disapproved of their staying in this room. She had the sense that the housekeeper was protective of Molly; yet at the trial she had given damaging evidence against her. Mrs. Barry is
definitely
on the list of people I want to interview, she thought.
    For the next two hours, Molly Lasch answered Fran’s questions, seemingly without hesitation. From Molly’s responses, Fran learned that the girl she had known mostly from a distance had become a woman who shortly after graduating from college had fallen in love with and married a handsome doctor ten years her senior.
    “I was working at an entry-level job at
Vogue
,” Molly said. “I loved it and began moving up pretty fast. But then, when I got pregnant, I had a miscarriage. I thought maybe the tight schedules and the commuting had something to do with it, so I quit the job.”
    She paused. “I wanted a baby so much,” she continued, her voice soft. “I tried to get pregnant for another four years, and then when I finally did, I lost that baby too.”
    “Molly, what was your relationship with your husband like?”
    “Once, I would have said perfect. Gary was so supportive after I had the second miscarriage. He always spoke about what an asset I was to him, that he couldn’t have launched Remington Health Management without my help.”
    “What did he mean by that?”
    “My connections, I guess. My father’s connections. Jenna Whitehall was a big help. She was Jenna Graham-you probably remember her from Cranden.”
    “I remember Jenna.” Another member of the in crowd, Fran thought. “She was president of our class in the senior year.”
    “That’s right. We were always best friends. Jenna introduced Gary and Cal to me at a reception at the country club. Later Cal joined Gary and Peter Black as a business partner. Cal ’s a financial wizard and was able to steer some important companies into signing up with Remington.” She smiled. “My dad was a big help, too.”
    “I’ll want to talk to both the Whitehalls,” Fran said. “Will you help me arrange it?”
    “Yes, I want you to talk to them.”
    Fran hesitated. “Molly, let’s talk about Annamarie Scalli. Where is she now?”
    “I have no idea. I understand the baby was born that summer after Gary died, and I understand it was put up for adoption.”
    “Did you suspect that