Saving Face (Mount Faith Series: Book 1) by Brenda Barrett Page A

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    "Disgusting!" Natasha said shuddering. "I mean he is disgusting in general, but isn't he supposed to be married? Cheating...two timing…"
    "He's dead." Harry said cutting her off in mid-sentence. "What he was doesn't matter now. Who killed him is our concern, don't forget that. Don't lose perspective."
    Natasha shrugged. "You are right but I am just so upset at the ease at which he could write a sermon on family life and then setup a rendezvous with a guy." She shuddered, "His poor wife."
    Harry was calmly scanning through the mail. "So now we need to find out if she knew about his affairs or sexuality. If it was a secret and she found out about it she could be the one who killed him"
    Natasha sighed. "The plot thickens."
    Harry shook his head. "It's thickening alright, but it gets even murkier. The most recent mails are from a [email protected]. These mails aren't merely sexual; these seem to be filled with romantic one-liners. I think," he looked at Natasha, "that we need to read every single one of them and try to find a clue as to who this kellove person is, and how he, or she is tied to this case."
    Natasha sighed and glanced at the clock. "It's nine. You need to get out of here by ten."
    "No worries," Harry indicated his jump drive, "I saved it all. I will be doing some reading of my own on my computer tonight. Tomorrow, we meet and talk."
    Natasha drummed her fingers on the bed. "Who is going to tell the Supe that his uncle was not the paragon of virtue that he thinks he is."
    Harry got up and stretched. "Doesn't matter what he was when he was alive, every single human being has a right to life. Nobody has the authority to rob them of life, regardless of how bad they are."
    "I am not going to go into this with you," Natasha said, "I can hear a capital punishment debate coming on and I have too much information to process now. By the way," she looked at Harry with a frown, "who is Paul Chin? The guy that Carlisle wrote"
    "He was a lecturer from Bahamas." Harry said. "He left the school a couple years ago."
    Natasha nodded. "I think we are probably going to need to question Mrs. Carlisle when we break cover. If I see her at the presidential ball tomorrow night there is no way I can get information from her without blowing my cover there."
    "You are right," Harry said. "After I hear your feedback about the ball tomorrow night we need to interview her. I'll call the Supe and let him know that we need to interview his aunt." He grabbed his bag. "Update me tomorrow on Bancroft's son. I have to get out of here now."
    Natasha nodded.
    "And we need to plan our approach to Anne Carter."
    "True," Natasha said vaguely. She walked Harry to the door and then locked it, leaning up on it.
    For every single investigation they have ever done, it never ceased to amaze her that she could still be shocked at people's secret lives. She headed to her computer and then thought better of it. She was still trying to process that Edward Carlisle had so many secrets. She opted to lie in her bed instead; looking up at the ceiling; her mind going over all the things she heard and learned that day.

Chapter Ten
     
    Taj got up early in the morning to jog and to better acquainted himself with the neighborhood. He stretched while covertly looking over at Anne Carter's house. He had barely gotten the time to talk to her, but wondered if Natasha and Harry were right about her—that she really was a murderer.
    He shook his head and moved up the street slowly. He hadn't gotten that vibe from her; to him she seemed like an efficient secretary who had spates of neediness. Sometimes she would look at him with an overwhelming compassion in her eyes. At first, he had thought she was coming on to him, but it wasn't that—it wasn't sexual. He had only been at the school three days and already felt as if he had been there for a long time.
    He couldn't believe that he had just recently met Natasha Rowe and already she was taking up