The Cavanaugh Code. Marie Ferrarella

heel to lead the way into the living room.

      Mrs. Stevens sat down on the sofa, clasping her hands before her as if doing so would give her strength to get through this horrible ordeal. Laredo sat down beside her. Leaving Taylor to take a seat on the chair opposite the sofa. Again she felt isolated, like an outsider.

      “I really don’t know how I can help you,” Carole confessed. “I don’t know much about her life.” It was obvious that the admission was painful for the woman. “Eileen and I just recently got back together again. She’d been angry at me for years, holding me responsible for nearly ruining her life.” The sigh that escaped her lips was ragged. “Those were her words, not mine.” Carole raised eyes that were bright with tears. “Do you have any children, Detective?”

      The fact that Laredo eyed her with interest, waiting for her answer, didn’t escape Taylor. “I’m not married.”