Chapter 3

“The Solomons got word last night that the Coroner in Key West is gonna release the body for shipment back to Boston,” said Pete Soldano. “They’re plannin’ the wake for Tuesday night, September 18th, with the funeral the next day. Want to come up Monday and stay with us?”

“Sounds fine, Pete, thanks. Tell Joannie I’m looking forward to seeing her. Don’t worry about picking me up; I’ll rent a car at the airport. See you guys soon.”

Julie spent the next few days finishing up some work. Luz, who adored Julie’s cat, offered to spend time with Sol twice a day while she was gone.

At last, she was on her way to Boston. The plane was full, but, thankfully, it was quiet up front. Julie felt so bone tired. She wanted nothing more than to lay back and rest. She hadn’t been sleeping well at all since Marc’s death.

Joe Garrett’s friend, Jake Goldman, had told him that the Key West police – unofficially - considered the case a probable suicide. Julie simply couldn’t believe that. If only she could talk to David. Surely, he’d be at Marc’s funeral.

She closed her eyes as her thoughts drifted back to Marc.

Eighteen years ago.

Such an odd place to meet…

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