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“To our success.” She raised her glass in a toast. “Once we’re finished, you’ll have the world you dream of, and I’ll be the world’s most sought-after assassin.”

“To us.”

They clinked their glasses. Lucy downed her’s in one gulp. “I’ve got to get to the club and meet our two jealous ladies.”

~

Their first stop slammed the door in their face. “Mr. Moore, we will get a warrant if we have to.” Harper rapped her knuckles on the door again. “We only want to ask you a few questions about the Harrington Country Club.” Why was the man so against speaking to them unless he was guilty. But she couldn’t see their killer refusing to talk to them. Instead, he’d play innocent and enjoy the act.

The door opened again. “What about the country club?”

“We heard you’re a new member. I’m sure you’ve heard the news. It’s quite possible the Seven Deadly Sins Killer is also a member. We’re hoping you may have noticed someone acting strange? Overly interested in the case?”

“Nope.” Something flickered in his eyes before he slammed the door closed again.

Harper sighed. “I don’t think he’s our guy.”

“I agree.” Liam put his hand on the small of her back as if he made the gesture all the time.

A jolt of electricity rippled through her skin despite the suit jacket and blouse she wore. She cleared her throat and glanced back at the house. A curtain twitched in a window. The man might not be the one they sought, but she’d bet her badge he knew something about the killer. A follower?

In the car she opened her phone and punched the next address into the GPS. “I feel as if this is all a waste of time.”

“Most likely, but at least we’ll have checked them out. Those that won’t talk to us, we’ll come back tomorrow and the next day until either the chief tells us to stop, or we find out something. If the killer is a member of the club, one of these men will have seen or suspected something.”

“Maybe the club has a strict no-talk policy. A contract they signed. If they talk about the other members, they’re kicked out.”

Liam turned the key in the ignition and chuckled. “I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve met a lot of wealthy people with big secrets.”

She sighed. No one would want to rat out another. “You’d think they’d want the killing to stop.”

“Depends on how loyal they all are to each other. Birds of a feather flocking together and all that.”

At the next house, a woman dressed in tennis clothes stepped off the porch and headed for her car. Liam blocked the driveway.

Harper led the way and gave her spiel. “We’re hoping you can help us, Mrs. Weston.”

The woman’s arched brows drew together. “Yes, my husband and I are new members, but he really doesn’t talk to me about his male friends. We have our own interests and usually go our separate ways once there. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”

“Is your husband home?”

She shook her head. “I just left the club to change and am returning now. I have a last-minute opportunity for a tennis game. My husband was still there when I left. Sorry, but I must hurry.” She got into her car and backed up, stopping a few inches from the jeep.

Harper and Liam got in the jeep and drove to the next house. Because they all lived in the same ritzy neighborhood, each stop only took minutes to arrive at.

Each house had the same response. If the husband answered the door, he refused to talk. If the wife was home, she knew nothing. “We wasted our afternoon.”

“Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean?” She shifted in her seat.

“We know that these five new members are connected by a vow of secrecy.”

“Followers?”

“Perhaps.”

“Which means one of them is our killer.”