Casey welcomed the spurts of business during the day that kept her occupied. Why had she started taking her coffee break with him? Eaten lunch with him? It was obvious he wanted to be left alone. His project consumed him. She had a hard time believing he wrote a book. He typed intermittently, using the mouse a lot as if surfing the web. Maybe he was doing research, but so much of it? And if Connelly was the model for the town in his so-called book, why didn't he ever ask questions about it? ...