Candy knew Kyle! And yet I asked her nothing about her. She reached the parking lot where she had left her car. She thought about Candy Sutton’s claim that she had joined Jack on his fishing expedition. It was strange, but perhaps it was possible. No stranger than having looked at property with his estranged wife. Darby arrived at the lot and found her car. Less is more, she said beneath her breath, repeating the design philosophy of Mies Van der Rohe. The adage did not seem to apply to Kyle Cameron’s murder investigation, where precious few clues represented more confusion instead of clarity. And then I have a good lead, and I blow it, she thought. In the corner of the parking lot, a car door slammed. Darby glanced over and saw a tall, powerfully built man striding away from a glossy black Lexus. Something about him seemed familiar, and Darby watched as he exited the lot and vanished around the corner. Finally, she peered into the window of his front seat.
