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standing together. Mitch’s eyes beamed like those of a proud papa. Or was that something else? Why did this man have these types of photos in his office? Did he give this much attention to his other employees? “You didn’t happen to notice if she attended the opening with someone? Or when she left?”
    â€œI believe she came alone. I’m afraid I didn’t see her leave.”
    â€œDo you know if she was involved with anyone?” He observed Mitch shift in his black leather chair and then rub his hand across his graying temple.
    â€œYou mean, did she have a boyfriend?”
    â€œYes. I’m not sure how close you two were, but did she mention anything about her love life?”
    â€œWell ... I hadn’t heard of anyone. Pamela mostly stayed married to her work.”
    Darnell was getting tired. This wasn’t going the way he wanted. Last night’s homicide suggested a crime of passion had taken place in Pamela’s garage. He needed to know if the man in Pamela’s life was responsible. “Mr. Harris, did you have an intimate relationship with Pamela Coleman?”
    Up until now the older man had seemed relatively calm. Mitch slammed his hand onto the desk. “What? Where are you getting this information?”
    â€œIt has been reported that Pamela was involved with an older gentleman for some time. I’m asking, would that man be you, sir?”
    â€œYou can leave.” Mitch Harris stood up, causing papers to flutter around his desk. “I thought this was a police investigation. I certainly hope you are looking at the facts, Detective, not some grief-stricken friend looking to place blame.”
    Funny. He hadn’t mentioned that he’d talked to Candace at all. “Sir, it’s a yes or no question.”
    â€œI’m a happily married man, Detective. I have been for thirty years.”
    Darnell stood. He had what he needed for now. “Thank you for your time. Sorry for the loss to your firm. We will want to search Pamela’s office and her computer.”
    â€œOur client information is confidential, Detective.”
    â€œThis is a murder investigation. This was one of your own. I will be back with a subpoena. Have a good day, sir.” Darnell saluted before closing the door.
    It was a stupid gesture, but the man wouldn’t answer a simple yes or no question, guilt plastered all over his pompous face. Darnell flashed a smile at Hillary on the way out, noting the secretary’s stern look had been replaced with one of dismay. It was all good now.

Chapter Eleven
    Like books suddenly without bookends, Candace felt as though she would topple over at any moment. The questions were killing her. Was there something she could have done? Should she have been more vigilant and nosed her way into Pamela’s business? Now she would never know.
    She couldn’t take much more of the media. Picked up nationally by the Associated Press, the death of a high-profile defense attorney replayed on several television networks. Some had the nerve to dig deep into Pamela’s family, contemplating if her father, Judge Coleman, had created enemies who wanted to get back at him by killing his daughter. Former lawyers who were now wannabe television celebrities went on and on.
    The suspect, as far as she was concerned, stood not more than twenty feet from where she sat, on the other side of the grave. She could barely contain herself, observing Mitch Harris with his wife, looking like the couple they weren’t. For a brief moment, Yvonne Harris caught her staring. The woman looked puzzled, and then something like pity passed over her face.
    Candace tried to focus on Reverend Jonathan Freeman as he spoke. “As we lay Sister Pamela in her final resting place, we know her spirit ...”
    Her thoughts strayed again. Why, God? First, Frank. Now Pamela. On her right side, her son, Daniel, sniffled. She glanced over at him. His shoulders