• Choose a category
• All
• Classic-Fiction

“Is he still alive?”

“Yes. They operated on him three straight hours. Chances are he’ll make it.”

“There’s still a chance he’ll croak after we get it all out of him. Do you think that’s possible?”

“I don’t plan to let you near him with a weapon.”

She sat back in her chair and sighed. “The pain medicine’s worked really well. The breakfast was excellent. Are you going to tell Assistant Director Maitland that I should be suspended or disciplined or cut off without pay, or what?”

“I told you, I’m still chewing on that. But it just occurred to me this was the only reason you came into the Bureau in the first place, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, chewing on a piece of toast.

“And your undergraduate degree in Forensic Sciences and your Master’s degree in Criminal Psychology, these were all just for this one moment—the very slim chance that you’d get to confront this crazy?”

“Yes. I never really believed I’d get him, not deep down, but I knew if I didn’t try, then I couldn’t live with myself. I wouldn’t have even had the chance at him if it hadn’t been for you. You made it possible. I thank you, sir.”

“I don’t like you very much at this moment, Sherlock, so cut the ‘sir’ crap. If I had known what I was doing, I wouldn’t have done it. Just what would I have done if you’d bought the farm?”

“I guess you would have had to call my dad. That wouldn’t have been much fun. Thank you for—”

“If you thank me one more time for letting you play bait, I’ll wrap that sling around your throat and strangle you with it.”

“What’s going to happen now?”

“You’re going back to Washington and I’ll handle things here.”

She turned into a stone. “No,” she said at last. “No, you wouldn’t do that.” She sat forward. “Please, you’ve got to let me see this through to the end. You’ve got to let me talk to Marlin Jones. I’ve got to know why he killed my sister, why he killed all the other women. You told me I could talk to him.”

“I’d be nuts to let you keep on with this case.”

“Please, be nuts just for a little while longer.”

He looked at her with a good deal of dislike. Actually he’d had no intention of pulling her out now. He tossed his napkin on the table and pushed back his chair. “Oh, what the hell. Why not? At least now he can’t hurt you and you can’t hurt him. You won’t try to shoot him, will you, Sherlock?”

“Certainly not.”

“I’m an idiot to believe you. Tell you what. I’ll take you to the hospital. We’ll just see if you can keep yourself from ripping the guy’s throat out.”

“I just want to know. No, I’ve got to know. Why did he kill Belinda?”

“Did she have a salty tongue?”

“She cursed, but nothing that would shock anybody, except my father and mother. Her husband loved her very much. Douglas will be pleased that this guy has been caught. As for my father, since he’s a judge, it’s one more criminal off the streets. But you know, Dad never really liked her because she wasn’t his real daughter. She’s my half sister, you see. My mother’s daughter from her first marriage. She was twelve years older than I.”

“Did she ever bad-mouth her husband?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so. But I can’t be sure. Twelve years make a big difference. She married her husband when I was sixteen. What difference does that make?”

“So she’d only been married three years when she was killed?”

“Yes. She’d just had her thirty-first birthday.”

“If she didn’t curse or bad-mouth her husband in public, then Marlin wouldn’t have had any reason to go after her. You remember that he wouldn’t have touched you if you hadn’t let loose with all those curse words. Then you added the bad-mouth of your mythical husband for frosting on the cake. So it only makes sense that your sister did something to make him go after her. Either she really lost it and cursed up a storm within his hearing, or she put down her husband in his hearing. One or the other, Sherlock. What’s the most likely?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’ve got to talk to Marlin. He’s got to tell me.”

“If he refuses to talk to you at all?”

She was silent, staring