If he had been leaving me for her, there would have been a divorce, and there was no divorce, and there had never been a petition filed in any county in the state of Florida.

He had married her while married to me.

Which meant one of two things was true.

Either Giselle Marchetti knew and had participated in it, which would have made her a person I needed to be very careful about.

Or she did not know, in which case a woman had stood in a courtyard the previous afternoon in front of three hundred people and made vows that were, as a matter of law, worth nothing at all, and did not know it, and was at that moment on a plane to somewhere.

Part Seven: Sixty-One Days