The Lost Daughter. Diane Chamberlain

affair with one who was married.”

      CeeCee raised the gun and pointed it at her. “Shut up,” she said. “I don’t want to hear your lies. You may have taught him, although I’m not sure I believe that, but you don’t know him.”

      “Please put the gun down.”

      “You promise to shut up?” CeeCee asked.

      “Not another word about your darling Casanova.”

      “I said shut up.” CeeCee lifted the gun higher, the barrel jerking through the air in her uncertain hands. She had to be careful. The cotton fabric of her gloves was slippery.