While the sheriff gave more directions to her deputies, I had a little time to think. The pictures! I closed my eyes to contain my dismay.

One of the least explicable things about Deedra was her fondness for nude pictures of herself. She’d kept a little pile of them in her lingerie drawer for years. Every time I’d put her clean clothes away, I’d felt an uncomfortable stab of disapproval. Of all the things Deedra did to parade her vulnerability, this was the thing I found most distasteful.

I thought of those pictures lying out on a desk in the sheriff’s office, being viewed by all and sundry. I felt a wave of regret, an almost overwhelming impulse to rush to Deedra’s apartment ahead of the law, remove the pictures, and burn them.

Marlon Schuster slammed his hand against the hood of his car, and his sister, who was watching my face rather than his, jumped. I carefully avoided her eyes. Marlon needed to take his display of grief to another, more discreet, location.

“So, you have a key to the apartment?” Marty Schuster asked.

“I do,” I said promptly. “And I’m going to give it to you now.” I abandoned any quixotic notion of shielding Deedra’s true nature from the men and women examining her death. I was sure almost everyone in town had heard that Deedra was free with herself. But would they look for her killer as hard, once they’d seen those pictures? Would they keep their mouths shut, so rumors didn’t reach Deedra’s mother?

I pressed my lips together firmly. There was nothing I could do, I told myself sternly. Deedra was on her own. I’d set the investigation of her death in motion, but beyond that, I couldn’t help her. The cost to myself would be too high.

So thinking, I worked her key off the ring and dropped it in the open palm of Sheriff Marta Schuster. A vague memory stirred, and I wondered if I knew of another key. Yes, I recalled, Deedra kept an emergency key in her stall in the apartment carport. As I opened my mouth to tell the sheriff about this key, she made a chopping gesture to cut off my comment. I shrugged. But I told myself that this was truly my only key, and that because I’d turned over this key, Deedra Dean was out of my life.