"Or drunk driving," Joy agreed, taking a sip of her tequila. 'Sounds to me like Chuck is a fool or worse, negligent if he ignores the possibility that Rosewood is involved. And if it were me, I'd also be looking into your omnipresent not to mention, seemingly omniscient Earl the Mechanic.

AnnaLise was too upset over the conversation with the police chief to worry about Earl Lawling right now. 'Chuck is no fool, believe me. You should have seen how he set me up, Joy, complaining about what a pain Ben was. All the while my old friend hell, old boyfriend was waiting to pounce, to drop the bomb about Ben and me, so he could see how I'd react.'

'He is a crafty one, our chief,' Joy said. 'He doesn't seem to be paying the least bit of attention when you talk with him, but then he can parrot back what was said chapter and verse. Only Chuck's known you for twenty-three of your most formative years. He can't honestly believe you killed this Tanja woman.'

'That's what I would have thought,' AnnaLise said. 'But if you'd seen his face, Joy. He was . . . disgusted with me.'

'Well, that's unfortunate. What's the use of having your gay former boyfriend become police chief if you can't count on him to overlook evidence?'

'There is no evidence!'

'So what are you worried about?'

AnnaLise couldn't get Chuck's expression out of her mind, but she had to pull herself together. 'You're right. All they have is Ben's word against mine.'

'And the text messages you sent to him, maybe?'

'Maybe, but I'm certain I never said anything that could be construed as wanting to get back with him. It does bother me, though, that I can't produce any of Ben's messages to me. They would have proved that I ended it, at least.'

'Because he was begging you to come back?'

AnnaLise rolled her eyes. 'It's obvious you don't know Ben. Begging is not his style. The messages were more like suggestions that I come to my senses.'

'Got you. And, of course, he wouldn't have shown those to Chuck. What about your friends in Wisconsin?'

'What about them?'

'Would any of them be able to testify,' she waved down the alarm in AnnaLise's eyes at the word, 'if it came down to it, that you broke up with him?'

'At the time? I'm afraid not. I did tell Bobby Bradenham, but that was just last week.'

Joy looked sorry for her. 'Wait a second, you didn't confide in anyone while this was all going on? What kind of woman are you?'

'Ben and I agreed that we wouldn't.'

'That's how they get you, you know. They isolate you from your friends.'

'Who, they?'

'Predators. Abusers.'

'I honestly don't think Ben is either of those.'

'Oh, I'm sorry,' Joy said, holding up her hands. 'You're absolutely right. You just think he's a murderer.'

When you put it that way . . . 'OK, so maybe he didn't kill Tanja,' she said, backtracking. 'Maybe it was just some yahoo with a gun.'

'You said it couldn't have been a hunter.'

'No, not in that area, according to Chuck. Think about that stretch it's just road and cliffs, with no wooded area for wildlife to hide. But that doesn't mean someone couldn't have been hanging out taking potshots and accidentally hit the car.'

Even as she said it, AnnaLise could hear Ben: 'My wife is dead and someone has to pay.'

'. . . reckless, but have it your way,' Joy was saying. 'Only, speaking of "accidents," what about your text messages? Could you just have hit the wrong button and erased them yourself?'

'Uh-uh. I don't make mistakes like that.' But AnnaLise was thinking back to her visit to the Inn the day before. 'I went there looking for you, you know.'

'Where?'

'The inn yesterday, when Ben must have messed with my phone. I'd tried you at the spa first, so I could warn you that Ben was gunning for you as the cause of his wife's accident. That's before,' she said ruefully, 'I knew he was gunning for me, of course.'

'Nobody knew the tire of the car had been shot out then.'

'Except the person who did it,' AnnaLise reminded her.

'Which is why you're suspicious of your boyfriend. Go on.'

AnnaLise ignored the present tense use of 'boyfriend' this time. 'Anyway, I was upstairs at the inn, leaving you the note, when Ben and Suzanne came in the front door. He could easily have seen my handbag on the hall table the moment they walked in.'

'So he knew you were there. Would he have said anything to his daughter?'

'No, I'm sure he didn't, because I could hear their conversation. Ben wanted Suze to stay and she wanted to be with Josh.'

'Josh?'

'Joshua Eames, her boyfriend. Suzanne sounded like a whiny brat, especially under the circumstances, but eventually she and her father agreed that she'd go with Josh and be back for dinner. The door opened and closed, so I thought she'd left and nearly collided with her as I started down the steps.'

'She set a trap for you.'

'No, she'd just forgotten her jacket. She brushed right past me on the stairs, grabbed it and left. From her attitude both then and earlier in the day, I figured she must know about the affair, but Ben says no.'

'So while this all was going on, Ben was busy deleting your messages?'

'I came downstairs right after Suze left and Ben was just coming in from the front hallway, with my bag in his hand. I bet he dug out my phone and cleared it when Suze ran upstairs.'

'Entirely logical, if he did kill his wife and planned to pin it on you. But have you thought about why he might "mess with your phone," as you put it, if his wife's death was an accident, as you so schizophrenically suggested just moments ago?'

'I don't know,' AnnaLise admitted. 'I'm just trying to be open-minded and look at all the possibilities.'

'OK, so how about this one: maybe he thought you'd dumped him for another man and was checking your cell for messages or pictures. It's a time-honored tradition.'

AnnaLise sat up straighter in her chair. 'A new man is the last thing on my mind right now. It never occurred to me that Ben might suspect I'd already found one.'

Joy shrugged. 'It is the classic reason to give someone the old heave-ho.'

'I suppose he could have seen me chatting with James Duende at Mama's Monday morning and read something into it,' AnnaLise admitted. 'Though given Ben's ego, I doubt he could fathom any male being preferable to him. And if I thought so, it would just be proof I wasn't worthy of him. Ben, I mean.'

'Damn,' Joy said, studying her face, 'this guy really got into your head.'

Or AnnaLise had got into Ben's head. An even more terrifying thought. 'No,' she said, then qualified with, 'Or, at least, not anymore.'

'Good.' Joy didn't look like she believed her friend. 'So let's assume, just for the time being, that your DA is a normal human being, with very real insecurities and fears of his own.'

AnnaLise's shrug said, If we must.

'You kissed him off and then in his mind fled here. Mightn't he ask himself why? Why now, and why Sutherton? It's not much of a stretch to think you might be running to someone, not away from him.'

'I'll grant you that,' AnnaLise said. 'But the real reason, my mom, was more logical. Besides, even if Ben knew nothing about Daisy's problems, Sutherton is my childhood home. I could certainly come here without it having anything to do with him and our breakup.'

'According to you, he's an egotist at best and a sociopath or even psychopath at worse,' Joy said, shifting in her chair. 'Having had experience with two out of those three in the person of Dickens Hart, let me just say that type of man, that type of person, believes everything revolves around them.'

AnnaLise had a mental picture of Ben as the sun, with Tanja and her rotating around him, sometimes one closer, sometimes the other.

'I mean, look what he did to his own daughter,' Joy continued. 'Who sends his kid to college just so he can cheat when he visits her?'

'No, no, no,' AnnaLise said, shaking her head. 'I wasn't living here when Suze enrolled and Ben had no way of knowing that I would be.' Then she hesitated, adding: 'Or staying here temporarily, I should say. Besides, whatever he intended, I'm pretty sure it was a chance meeting with Joshua Eames that decided Suzanne on U-Mo.'

'Must have been a happy coincidence for your Ben. And as for your not living here at the time, so what? You'd both have built-in excuses for visiting. Beats the hell out of having to come up with reasons to take off for somewhere anonymous to do the dirty.'

Joy's tone bespoke more personal experience than accusation, but AnnaLise still felt herself flush. 'I'm done with "the dirty" as you put it. And, as we both know, Sutherton is just the opposite of anonymous.'

'What can I say?' Joy shrugged. 'Lover-boy's not from a small town. He didn't realize there was no way you could come here and not stay with your mom.'

AnnaLise could just imagine Daisy's reaction to her daughter's 'shacking up' in her childhood room. 'She'd get out one of my father's guns and run us both out of town. But you're wrong about Ben. He was born in northern Wisconsin. I can't remember where, exactly, but I remember him saying how much he loved hunting and fishing with his dad.'

Her face changed. 'It was in the context of how much he'd wanted a son. Both Suze and Tanja found the idea of the north woods off-putting.'

'Bet that's not all he told you his wife found "off-putting."' When AnnaLise reacted, Joy spread out her hands. 'Hey, believe me, you're not the first one to be fed a line and, if you'll excuse the expression, swallow it hook, line and . . . dinker.'

As Joy started to snicker, AnnaLise leveled her with a stare. 'Enough. We were talking about my text messages.'

'I told you, he thought you were fooling around on him, so he did what any right-minded person would: he checked your phone.'

'God knows I'm no expert on right-minded people, but whatever Ben did, he certainly couldn't have found anything besides the occasional message from you or Sheree.'

'You don't get texts from Chuck or Bobby? Rosewood wouldn't have any way of knowing one is your brother and the other's gay.'

'Bobby is not my brother.' AnnaLise was reaching the end of her patience. 'And Chuck . . . well, OK, so Chuck is gay. But no matter what Ben found or what he thought, why would he delete his own texts and leave everything else?'

Joy shrugged. 'OK, let's look at it from another angle. You said Rosewood didn't want you to confide in anyone about the affair. Maybe he was shocked you still had his texts and deleted them to make sure you could never come back and use them against him. Maybe he's planning to run for president or something.'

AnnaLise thought about that. 'I'm trying to find a hole in your logic, but that actually makes some sense, knowing Ben.'

'Why, thank you.' Joy downed the rest of her tequila. 'It's amazing how stupid people can be about cell phones. I dated a guy once who sent me weenie pictures.' She glanced at AnnaLise. 'Don't worry, it wasn't your biological father.'

'I'm relieved.'

'Honestly,' Joy continued, 'I never understood photographing body parts. I mean, what's the point if you don't see them in . . .' She seemed to be searching for a word.

'Context?' AnnaLise supplied.

'More like scale. You know, include a ruler or something.'

AnnaLise didn't know what to say, so she settled for, 'Sure. Though, ultimately, parts is parts.'

But Joy was looking past her. 'Speaking of parts and I'm betting good ones, at that Sheree and James Duende just came in.' She waved.

AnnaLise plastered a smile on her face and turned. Much as she loved Sheree and liked James, the last thing she wanted to do right now was make small talk and watch Sheree defend her turf in the person of James. 'Not a word about what we've been discussing, you hear?'

'My lips are sealed.'

'Hey, girls isn't it a little early in the week to be doing shots?' Sheree nodded toward the glasses on the table.

'It may be Wednesday,' Joy said, 'but it sure feels like Friday. Join us?'

'Happily,' Duende said, pulling out the chair next to AnnaLise and sitting down. 'Thanks.'

'Drink?' AnnaLise asked, signaling for the waitress.

The woman turned and rushed off.

Twenty.

'What in the world did you two do to her?' Sheree Pepper asked as she took the stool on the other side of Duende.

'Not me,' Joy said. 'AnnaLise alienated her by talking about boiling bunnies.'

'Ahh, Fatal Attraction,' Duende said, approvingly. 'One of my favorite movies.'

'Mine, too. Until now.' AnnaLise threw Joy a warning look and changed the subject. 'I'm glad you're both here Joy and Sheree, I mean. No offense, James.'

He patted her hand. 'None taken. Want me to leave?'

'No!' the three of them chorused. The James Duende fan club.

'I understand you're working on a website for the town,' AnnaLise started.

'That we are,' Sheree said. 'Fact, James has been kind enough to write some copy for us, so he knows all about it, too.'

Famous biographer, writing website copy. Maybe the relationship between James and Sheree was more serious than AnnaLise had thought.