“You have to find her, Chuck,” Candy said. “Find Polly Paget and persuade her to come forward and tell the truth.”

Chuck Whiting met her eyes and saw the pain in them. Chuck Whiting, former FBI agent, dedicated Mormon, devoted husband and father of nine, was a true believer. He believed in God, country, family, and Jack and Candy-especially Candy. Looking at Candy’s blue eyes, at her firm jaw and silky skin, at the golden hair that shone like a temple, at the shimmering purity that was Candice Landis, Chuck Whiting-had he not been a true believer in God, country, and family-would have thought he was in love.

“I’ll find her, Mrs. Landis,” he said. He felt a lump in his throat.

“Well, you kids have a good time playing detective,” Jack said. “I got a meeting to go to.”

He nodded to Whiting, gave Candy a peck on the cheek, and walked out.

Charles Whiting could barely breathe. His chest was tight and he was afraid he was blushing, because Candy Landis was looking at him in a very personal way. Charles Whiting wasn’t comfortable with emotional intimacy and would have been the first person to tell you so.

“Yes, Mrs. Landis?”

“He had sex with her, didn’t he, Chuck?”

Charles felt dizzy. He took a deep breath and answered, “Yes ma’am. The evidence would seem to indicate that he might have.”

Charles watched helplessly as Mrs. Landis lowered her eyes, looked down at the desk, and nodded. He felt even worse when she looked back up, her eyes moist.