Clayton sat behind the wheel of the car, feeling pretty damn pleased with himself. He\'d had to do some quick thinking, but it went tar better than he\'d thought it would, especially considering the way the conversation had begun. Someone had ratted him out, and as he drove, he tried to figure out who it might have been. Generally, there was no such thing as a secret in small towns, but this one was as dose as you could get. The only ones who knew were the few men he\'d had the little talk with and, of course, himself. He figured it could have been one of them, but somehow he doubted it. They were worms, each and every one of them, and each and every one of them had moved on. There was no reason for them to have said anything. Even Adam the dork had found a new girlfriend, which made it unlikely he\'d start talking now either. Then again, it might simply have been a rumor. It was possible *at someone had suspicions about what he\'d been up to, just by connecting the dots. Beautiful woman getting dumped over and over for no apparent reason… and, thinking back, he might have mentioned something to Moore or even Tony about Beth that someone might have overheard—but he\'d never been dumb or drunk enough to be specific. He knew the problems that could cause with his dad, especially since usually he\'d had to rely on law enforcement threats. But someone had said something to Beth. He didn\'t put much stock in the fact that Beth had said a female friend had told her. She could easily have changed that little detail to throw him off. It could have been a man or a woman; what he was more certain about was the fact that she\'d learned the detail recently. Knowing her as he did, he knew there wasn\'t a chance she could have kept something like that bottled up for long. That\'s where things got confusing. He\'d picked up Ben on Saturday morning; she\'d said nothing then. By her own admission, she\'d been at the beach on Saturday with Thigh-bolt. On Sunday, he\'d seen her in church, but she was home by late afternoon. So who had told her? And when? It could have been Nana, he thought. The woman had always been a thorn in his side. Gramps\', too. For the last four or five years, he\'d been trying to get Nana to sell the land so he could develop it. Not only did it have a beautiful riverfront, but the creeks were valuable, too. People who moved down from the North loved waterfront property. Gramps generally took her rejections in stride; for whatever reason, he liked Nana. Probably because they went to the same church, something that didn\'t seem to matter when it came to Nana\'s opinion of her former son-in-law, who went to the same church as well. Still, this seemed like the kind of trouble Thigh-bolt would start. But how on earth would he know? They\'d seen each other only twice, and there wasn\'t a chance that Thigh-bolt could have deduced the truth from those two meetings. But what about the break-in? Clayton thought about it before rejecting his idea. He\'d been in and out in twenty minutes, and he hadn\'t even had to jimmy the lock, since the guy hadn\'t bothered to lock the front door. And nothing had been missing, so why would Thigh-bolt even have suspected someone had been inside in the first place? And even if he\'d guessed chat someone had been in the house, why would he draw the connection to Clayton? He couldn\'t answer those questions to his satisfaction, but the theory that Thigh-bolt had had something to do with this little wrinkle seemed to fit. He\'d had nothing but problems since Thigh-bolt had arrived. So he figured Thigh-bolt was high on his list of folks who probably should have minded their own business. Which gave him one more reason to finally fix the guy. He wasn\'t going to get too caught up with that now, though. He was still feeling pretty good about how he\'d salvaged the conversation with Beth. It could have been a fiasco. The last thing on earth he\'d expected when she\'d called him over was for her to ask him about his involvement in her previous relationships. But he\'d handled it well. Not only was he able to muster a plausible denial, but he\'d also made her think twice about Thigh-bolt. He could tell by her expression that he\'d brought up a number of issues she hadn\'t considered about Thigh-bolt… and best of all, he\'d convinced her that it was all in Ben\'s best interest. Who knows? Maybe she\'d end up dumping him, and Thigh-bolt would leave town. Wouldn\'t that be something? Yet another of Beth\'s relationship problems would be solved, and Thigh-bolt would be out of the picture. He drove slowly, savoring the taste of victory. He wondered whether he should head out for a celebratory beer but decided against it. It wasn\'t as if he could talk about what happened. Talking was what might have gotten him into trouble in the first place. After turning onto his street, he cruised past a number of large, well-maintained homes, each sitting on half an acre. He lived at the end of the cul-de-sac; his neighbors were a doctor and lawyer. He hadn\'t done too badly, if he did say so himself. It was only when he turned in the driveway that he no............