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stuff?” He’d helped Ben with fundraising a few times, supporting the
     non-profit agency that acted as an intermediary for pregnant women, offering everything
     from help with adoption lawyers to health care to baby blankets knit by Ben’s church
     members.
    She nodded, but didn’t look at him.
    “Is there anyone you can think of who has something against Ben?”
    “Everybody loves him. The police wouldn’t let me inside, but I could see that stuff
     was thrown everywhere.”
    “We’ll figure it out, Keels.” He jolted as the old nickname slipped through his lips.
     It stirred old emotions, ones he’d ignore for now. “I have to read the report and
     talk to the officers who were first on the scene. Could have been a robbery gone wrong.”
    A tear cascaded down her face, and Logan wanted to trail the back of his h and along her soft cheek. But instead, he stayed the hell away.
    …
    Keely’s breathing returned to normal. She hated to admit it, but Logan’s presence
     had actually calmed her. Old friends, that was all. They’d been friends as kids, and
     because of that, he knew her well enough to know what she needed.
    “Keely?”
    She looked up to see Mrs. Beyer crossing the waiting room.
    “How is your dad? They won’t tell me anything.”
    She took in the woman’s pinched and wrinkled face, gray hair pulled starkly back into
     a bun, bandaged forehead, and a sad expression in her hazel eyes. She flicked her
     gaze over to Logan, who stood with crossed arms. He stared at the other woman, as
     if inspecting Mrs. Beyer from a law enforcement point of view. Was he seriously considering
     Ben’s neighbor a suspect? Both Keely and Logan had been in Mrs. Beyer’s fourth grade
     classroom together. Give me a break. The poor woman had been through enough for one day.
    “Logan, would you excuse us for a minute?” Keely pinned him with a stare as she gently
     laid a hand on Mrs. Beyer’s arm.
    He hesitated, then glanced at the cluster of police down the hallway. “No problem.
     I want to go talk with those guys anyway. Glad you’re feeling okay, Mrs. Beyer.”
    “Thank you, Logan. And I’m glad you’re here. For Ben, and for Keely,” the older woman
     said.
    He uncrossed his arms, awkwardly shoved his hands deep in his front pockets, hesitated
     for a moment, then turned and strode toward the uniformed policemen.
    Keely ignored the tension radiating off Logan and focused on the elderly lady, who
     seemed pale and shaky. After leading Mrs. Beyer to a chair, Keely sat beside her.
     The woman’s gaze connected with hers. Hurt and pain were reflected there.
    “Thank you so much for calling me, Mrs. Beyer.”
    “Please call me Margaret.”
    When she nodded, Mrs. Beyer— Margaret —took a breath and blew it out.
    “What were you doing in the house?” she continued. “Were you there when my dad was
     attacked?”
    Margaret smoothed her gray skirt along her thighs, as if trying to decide whether
     or not to speak. Then she turned to face Keely again. “I have a key.” She glanced
     down the hall at the police who, along with Logan, were now walking toward them.
    “A key to my dad’s?” Keely asked.
    “We’ve been seeing each other for quite a while now.”
    Keely froze for a moment, then remembered the dinners and cookies her dad had mentioned,
     the touch of rouge she’d seen on Margaret’s cheek once when Keely had stopped by Ben’s…the
     scent of perfume.
    Oh, wow . Margaret was in love with Ben.
    “You’re the first one to know.” Margaret turned three shades of red and bit her bottom
     lip. “We wouldn’t want the neighbors talking.”
    Keely’s generation understood and accepted nonmarital relationships, but many of the
     elderly people in the Greenmount West neighborhood did not.
    “I think it’s great.” She smiled, despite her worry for her dad. Her adoptive mother
     had died five years earlier in a car accident. Her father deserved happiness, and
     she was glad he’d