"I'm sorry, Betty," I said softly, "I would have wished you didn't see this." She now knew why I had asked her to leave. I wondered why she hadn't told the Marshals. I wasn't worried about an assault charge, beyond the time it would keep me away from Tamara and Melina.

Betty pointed to the corner of Doug's desk. I could see the pain in her eyes. I walked over to the small stack of stapled sheets of paper. "He asked me for that this morning," Betty said, then broke down. It was our reciprocal life insurance policy. "I didn't know why he wanted it," she added as tears overwhelmed...