Page 119 of Our Last Resort

“Not in full. Right? Did Harris tell you that?”

I nod.

“She said my name was safe, because she could just pretend it was the name of an author she’d heard about.”

I can see it: Sabrina typing Gabriel’s name in her Notes app, hiding it in her food diary. “ ‘Miller,’ ” she might have said. “Very literary.”

Of course, she doesn’t know about Gabriel’s past. She doesn’t realize that his name means something to thousands of people. Sabrina couldn’t imagine that her husband—the media tycoon, the tabloid man—would know exactly who Gabriel Miller is.

“I didn’t give her my number or anything. I think she wrote down my street, and—something else.”

“Your date of birth.”

“Right. She’s into astrology. She wanted to do my birth chart, something like that. Maybe send me a card for my birthday.”

And.

“Twelve Jackson Avenue, right? That’s your address?”

Gabriel says yes. Smart Sabrina. The twelve in Gabriel’s date of birth did double duty.

The excuses write themselves: if Sabrina had pretended that Gabriel Miller was an author she was interested in, then maybe “Jackson” is the title of his book and “06/12/1990” its publication date.

I think.

“And the hair clip?”

“She wanted me to have it.”

I tilt my head.Really?

“It was in her purse,” Gabriel says. “She gave it to me after…everything. Said she wanted me to have something to remember her by. She was sure William wouldn’t notice it was gone. She said that’s not his style, to notice things.”

I tsk.

“I gave her something, too,” Gabriel says. “A spare key to our suite. I wanted her to have somewhere to go if she…needed to be safe.”

Seriously?

Well. You always did move fast.

“The cops didn’t find it?” I ask.

He shrugs.

“If they did, they wouldn’t know it’s a key to our suite. It’s just a key card. They all look the same.”

Okay. Sure.

Another thing.

“When you left the dinner table,” I say, “the last evening before she died, did you really—”

“I didn’t really need a sweater, no. When I saw her leave with William right after they had their appetizers, I figured something wasn’t right. I followed them at a distance back to their suite. William didn’t see, but Sabrina did.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“What?”

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