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“How’s everybody coping?” Lucy asked.

“You mean about Nadine?” Nancy was checking her manicure.

“Everyone must be reeling in shock, no?”

“It could be worse. Nadine was a master at delegating responsibility. Phyllis knows exactly what needs to be done and how to do it.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“Yeah. The magazine will be fine. The one I feel bad for is her husband.”

“Arnold?”

“He’s a lovely man. So sensitive. I’m sure he’s devastated. I’m going to do everything I can to help him through this difficult time,” Nancy said, tightening the belt on her coat.

“Well, thanks for coming by,” Lucy said. “I really appreciate it.”

“That’s me. A regular Miss Goody Two-Shoes,” said Nancy, clicking out the door on her stilettos.

Lucy wasn’t sure that was exactly the term she’d use to describe Nancy, but you never knew. Just because a woman was glamorous and fashionable and successful didn’t mean she wasn’t nice underneath. You couldn’t tell a book, or a magazine, by its cover. She retrieved Jolie from the wastebasket, flipped through a few pages, and shoved it aside. What she needed was something distracting, something silly.

But when she switched on the TV there was a serious young female newscaster in a navy blue suit reporting that the medical examiner was now investigating the death of magazine editor Nadine Nelson as suspicious…