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All Night Long

All Night Long

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together that evening. I took her home thinking that we were going to go to bed. She stopped at the door of her apartment and told me it had been fun but that it was over. Sai ood night and shut the door in my face. I was stunned, if you want to know the truth.”
    “What did you do?” Luke asked.
    “What does any man do in a situation like that? I came back here and poured myself a large glass of scotch. The next day I tried calling her. There was no answer at her home here in the city. I finally tried the lake house. She answered the phone, but she made it clear she wasn’t going to change her mind.”
    “But you drove up to the lake to see her, anyway” Irene said.
    “For all the good it did.” Hoyt went to the window and shoved his hands into his pockets. “She tol e to go back to San Francisco. Said she had things to do.”
    “What kind of things?” Irene asked.
    Hoyt grunted and turned away toward the window. “I suppose she was doing whatever people do when they plan to commit suicide.”
    “You think the overdose was intentional, then?” Luke asked. “Not an accident?”
    Hoyt shook his head. “How the hell should I know? I’m guessing it was intentional mostly because I can’t see Pamela making a mistake of that magnitude with the pills and the booze. She’d been managing her little addiction problem for years. Why screw up now?”
    “Did you realize that she might be planning suicide when you left her that day?” Irene asked.
    “Of course not.” Hoyt scowled. “If I’d had an inkling that she intended to take her own life, I woul ave done something.”
    Irene studied him. “Such as?”
    Hoyt took one hand out of his pocket and swept it to the side. “I would have called her father, for starters. Webb would have contacted Pamela’s doctor. I’m sure they would have worked out a schem o get Pamela into a private clinic. But I swear I didn’t realize that she was in a suicidal state of mind when I left her. I thought she’d grown tired of me and was getting ready to move on to someone else. Like I said, that was her pattern.”
    Irene’s dark brows drew tightly together. “Did you ask her if she was seeing someone new?”
    “Sure. She said she wasn’t. Said she was taking a little break. That’s it. I left and drove back here. Next thing I know, Webb is phoning me at three o’clock in the morning telling me that he’s just had a call from the chief of police in Dunsley. He told me that Pamela was dead and that we had to make arrangements to pick up the body, organize a funeral and meet with Chief McPherson.” Hoyt gave Irene an accusing glare. “After that I did my job; I focused one hundred percent on trying to keep Pamela’s death a private family matter.”
    Luke studied a photo of Webb and Alexa speaking to the president at a recent fund-raiser. “Whose idea was it to invite Webb’s fiancee along on the drive to Dunsley?”
    “Alexa insisted on coming with us. She felt that she should be with the senator while he dealt with th oss of his only child. She was right. The press loved her at the funeral.”
    Luke raised his brows. “The candidate’s loyal, supportive fiancee standing by his side while he grieve he tragic death of a deeply troubled daughter.”
    “Perception is everything in politics, just like it is in real life,” Hoyt said dryly.
    Luke saw Irene go very still.
    “Are you saying that Alexa Douglass isn’t genuinely loyal or supportive?” she asked.
    Hoyt seemed startled. “Hell, no. Just the opposite. There’s nothing Alexa Douglass wants more in the world than for Webb to make a run for the Oval Office. Got a feeling she’s already selecting her First Lady wardrobe and making plans to put Emily into one of those fashionable Washington academies where the presidents and diplomats send their kids.”
    “Emily?” Irene prompted.
    “Her daughter,” Hoyt explained. “Alexa is a widow.”
    Irene glanced at the photo on the wall. “Alexa is several years younger than Ryland.”

    “She’s thirty-three, to be exact.” Hoyt snorted softly. “But no one seems to care about a little thing lik twenty-year age difference as long as it’s the woman who is the younger one do they?”
    “Is it a love match?” Irene asked.
    “It’s a political match,” Hoyt said evenly. “Webb needs a wife if he’s going to make it to the Whit ouse. The voters aren’t likely to go for an unmarried president, now are they?”
    “Hadn’t thought about

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