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A man a few years younger than Mike stalked in. Dressed in Levi's and T-shirt, he scowled as fiercely as Mike ever didalthough the expression on his fleshy face seemed more deranged than sorrowful. Not even glancing at Abby, he asked Lydia, "Is he here?"
Lydia looked confused. "Sorry, sir?"
He said with exaggerated slowness, "I'm Philip Rousseau, Mike's brother-in-law. I heard he was back in town. Is he here?"
Mike's brother-in-law. He was married. Abby's heart sank, though she should not be surprised. Mike was a very appealing man.
Although perhaps this man instead was a brother-in-law because of being married to Mike's sister . . . ? Abby dared to hope.
"He's in a meeting," Lydia said. "Would you care to"
Philip Rousseau pushed past Abby and into the offices. Knowing the man would cause trouble, Abby followed.
Mike was seated behind a desk in a large office decorated with lots of glass and a silvery metal table, with Lowell and Ruth in chairs facing him. Mike stood as Philip barged in. His face drained of color, and Abby, her mind suddenly filling with Mike's emotions, felt as though she had been struck in the stomach. She grabbed the wall and hung on.
"So you're finally showing your face," Philip snarled. "If you think you're just going to forget my sister's death, pretend you didn't murder her, you're damned wrong."

 
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