Dangerous to Know [antikvár]

One The first time I met Sebastian Locke I fell in love with him. He was thirty-two years old. I was twelve. I had no idea at the time that he was my mother's lover. Nor did I know then that ten years later I would marry him. Now he was dead. He had died in mysterious, even suspicious, circumstances. It was not yet known whether he had died of natural causes, committed suicide or been murdered. We were divorced. I had not seen him for almost a year, until last Monday, when we had lunched together at his request. Obviously the police hoped I might be able to throw some light on the matter of his death, but I could not. I was as perplexed as everyone else. However, they had just arrived to see me, and I told my secretary Belinda that she could show them into the library. A split second later I was shaking hands with Detectives Joe Kennelly and Aaron Miles from the Major Crime Division of the Connecticut State Police. 'We're baffled, Mrs Trent,' Detective Kennelly said as we all sat down. 'Until we get the autopsy report we're working in the dark. As you already know, the circumstances are suspicious, so we can't rule out foul play. But who would want to kill Sebastian Locke? Surely such a good man didn't have enemies, did he?' They both focused their eyes on me, intently. Silently I stared back at them. I did not say a word. I could think of several enemies, any one of whom might easily have murdered him. However, I was not about to mention this to 13