“Not Jerry! I know Jerry, and the man Peggy described-a man who had an affair, then was so shaken by the loss of his wife that he married-”

“That he married me. The first woman to come along,” Kathleen said bitterly.

“The first woman to come along?” Susan squeaked. “Are you nuts? Jerry was the most eligible widower in Hancock for years. I introduced him to at least a dozen women, and I’ll bet half our friends did the same thing. You were not the first woman to come along. You were the first woman he fell in love with! Period! Jerry was miserable after June and the kids died, but he didn’t go insane and he had recovered any emotional stability he had lost long before he met you! And he was not in love with Allison.”

“Susan, you can’t be sure of that.”

“I-well, probably not, but she was always kind of an odd person,” Susan insisted, realizing her argument was losing steam. “I mean, her own sister had trouble with her coming to stay.”

“What if the reason June had such a difficult time being her sister’s hostess was because she suspected there was something going on between Jerry and Allison? Now, don’t have some sort of knee-jerk reaction and tell me I’m wrong. Think about it! It could be true, couldn’t it?”

Susan considered that possibility for a moment. “I suppose it could be true, but it probably isn’t. And I can’t believe Jerry would cheat on two wives with the same woman. Why didn’t he just marry Allison after June died?”

“I don’t know. But I know you don’t know, either.”

“Look, what if what Peggy told you was the truth? What if they were in love? Do you think Jerry could have killed her?”

“No. I can’t believe that. I won’t believe that.”

“And you still want to find the killer and get Jerry released?”

“Of course I do! But what if Peggy is telling everyone the story Allison told her? What if everyone believes Jerry came here to tell me about Allison?”

“You know that is the oddest part of her whole story! Why would Jerry come on vacation with the three of us to meet Allison and tell you that he wants a divorce?”

“Maybe he did want to protect the kids. If he told me at home, I might become hysterical. They would see me hysterical. It wouldn’t be good for them. If he told me here, I would be over the first shock before seeing Alex and Emily again. And you and Jed are here to help me through this.” Kathleen shook her head. “That does not sound like something Jerry would do. It doesn’t sound like something anyone would do.”

“What have I been telling you?”

“Okay. You’re right. It makes no sense. But-”

“But it’s the story Allison told Peggy and Frank. And she must have told them for a reason.”

“I suppose,” Kathleen said.

“So let’s say she made it all up,” Susan continued.

“She didn’t make up meeting Jerry in the city, Susan. They were together at the Four Seasons, remember.”

“Jerry meets lots of people at the Four Seasons. You know it meant nothing.”

“I don’t agree with that. He met her there. And less than a month later, they run into each other at a resort in the Caribbean. It could be a coincidence, but I doubt it.”

“Are you going to ask Jerry about it the next time you see him?”

“No. There’s always someone listening. We don’t talk about Allison at all. I’d feel much better if we could. I have so many questions.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I think I just heard someone on the deck.”

“Kathleen, Susan… it’s Peggy. I have something for you.” She knocked on the doorjamb.

Kathleen glanced over at Susan, who shrugged. “Come on in. The door’s open.”

Peggy walked into the room. A gigantic brilliant pink straw tote bag dangled from one hand. “I didn’t know what to do with this. I was going to turn it in to the office, but then I thought of your husband. He’s really the closest thing Allison had to a relative on the island. Perhaps he should have this.”

“What is it?” Kathleen asked.

Susan was quicker. “Is that Allison’s bag?” She reached out for it.

Peggy pulled the tote out of Susan’s reach. “Yes. She left it on our deck the afternoon before she died. I saw it and brought it in when the rain began and then forgot all about it.” Peggy paused. “When I realized she was dead, I just kept it. Frank said I should turn it in to the office, but I told him that the office didn’t have any more right to it than I do. Anyway, here it is. If you want it.”

“We do!” Susan said.

“I was thinking it should go to Kathleen,” Peggy pointed out.

Kathleen accepted the bag. “Thank you. It was very nice of you. And-and thank you for talking to us.”

“Oh, my dear, we should start a support group-women who’ve been wronged by the men they love.”

“I don’t think-”

“I know. You’ve had a shock and right now you don’t believe what I’ve told you. All I can say is that I have a nice broad shoulder to cry on when you come to accept the truth. Now I’d better get going. Frank is in the bar trying to drink all the rum. I plan on helping him.”

“Thank you,” Kathleen said again, closing the door behind her.

Susan didn’t even bother to wait until the door was closed to grab the bag from her friend’s hand and dump it in the middle of the bed. She scrounged around in the mess of paperbacks, sunscreens, scarves, combs, and small makeup bags, finding what she was looking for in just a moment. “The key!” She held her treasure up in the air. “The key to Allison’s cottage. Now all we have to do is wait until dark.”

“But it won’t be dark for hours. What will we do until then?”

The question was answered for them the moment they stepped off the deck in front of Kathleen’s cottage. The bridge-playing brigade enveloped them.

“Oh, Mrs. Henshaw.” Ro Parker led her three companions to Susan and Kathleen. “I’ve been wondering where you were. We’ve been talking and we have a theory.”

“And we have reservations for dinner, as well,” the man by her side added. “We hoped your husband would be able to join us, Mrs. Henshaw.”

“I-we-” Susan glanced over at Kathleen. “We aren’t actually sure what we’re doing for dinner,” she said slowly. “Do you think we should wait for Jed?”

“If you don’t think he would mind us going on without him, I think we should accept these people’s kind offer,” Kathleen said.

“Well, that’s just fine. Let’s go to the bar and order some rum punch and get to know each other better.”

“I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t remember your name,” Susan confessed to the man by her side.

“You can’t remember it. Probably never knew it. My name’s Randy Burns.”

“Burns-but I thought you were married to Ro.”

“Nope. You’re thinking of Burt. I’m married to Veronica-that foxy redhead in the green dress who’s standing next to the man who is married to Ro.”

“Do I hear someone talking about me?” The gray-haired man walking on the other side of Veronica peered around her and grinned at Susan. “Ah, Mrs. Henshaw. Good to see you again. Although, of course, the circumstances could be better.”

“Call me Susan, please, and it’s nice to see you again. And particularly nice of you all to think of us when you were making reservations for dinner.”

“Hell, we’ve been thinking of you all day long. The girls are keeping themselves amused trying to figure out this murder thing. Cardplayers are good at puzzles, you know. We think we have an edge on the rest of the guests here.”

Susan smiled. Lila’s prediction that guests would get involved in trying to figure out who murdered Allison had been right on the mark. “I’m sure Kathleen and I will be interested in what you’ve all come up with,” she said.

“Then let’s find a place to sit, get us some drinks and something to munch on, and have a nice chat.”

“I’ll have a white wine spritzer,” Susan said.

“You’re not in Connecticut, for heaven’s sake. Have a rum punch,” Randy said. “This place makes the best rum punch in the Caribbean.”