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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. PART ONE
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
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  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
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  17. 13
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  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. PART TWO
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  32. 27
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  34. PART THREE
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. About the Author
  38. PraiseFAYE KELLERMANDAY OF ATONEMENT
  39. Also by Faye Kellerman
  40. Copyright
  41. About the Publisher

“Yeah, it was worth coming down just to pass out the pictures,” Marge said. “They might not be here tonight, but to quote Scarlett: Tomorrow’s another day.”

“I like Rhett’s line better,” Decker said.

“You don’t give a damn?”

“Not right now.”

Marge smiled and yawned.

“I keep forgetting you have to work tomorrow,” Decker said. “Let’s go.”

“You’re still thinking about Hersh and the fish,” Marge said.

He shrugged.

Marge said, “Look at that guy.” An emaciated six-foot man on roller skates was weaving through the crowds. He wore a black veil over his head. “Is there a point I’m missing?”

“Got me.”

Marge said, “You know, Pete, I never did get a chance to tell you how much fun I had at your wedding.”

Decker broke into a broad smile. “It was a great wedding, wasn’t it?”

“Like nothing I’d ever seen before,” Marge said. “You always hear about Jewish weddings. But it’s different when you’re there.”

“Especially if you’re the groom.”

“Know what I liked best? Cindy dancing with Rina. It was really touching.”

Decker smiled.

Marge shook her head. “And now you’re reduced to doing this on your honeymoon?”

“Call it collecting points with Rina.” He stopped a moment and finished off his doughnut. “I have this delusion that what I really want is vacation and rest. But here I am working…I’m not unhappy.”

“Gets in the blood, doesn’t it?” Marge said. “I act like I’m doing you a favor by cruising with you. What would I be doing otherwise? Harry’s always on call. We meet for bed.” She paused. “Not a bad arrangement.”

“Not bad at all—” Decker snapped his fingers. “Goddamn, that’s what it is!”

“What?”

Decker smiled. “This is so stupid…Hersh. One of the Hershes I inquired about in Crown Heights was a fish vendor.”

“And you think that’s the Hersh you’re looking for?”

“No,” Decker said. “That Hersh was bearded and weighed over two hundred pounds. His last name was different. I think it was Hersh Berger or Bergman. But it is a little weird, isn’t it? Two Hershes, both associated with fish.”

Marge shrugged.

“You know,” Decker said, “Jews name after their deceased relatives. Rina once told me she had a cousin Rina, both of them named after her maternal grandmother.”

“Think Big Hersh is related to Psycho Hersh?”

“It’s a possibility.”

“Did Big Hersh mention anything to you about a cousin Hersh?”

“I didn’t talk to Big Hersh directly. I talked to his wife and maybe she doesn’t know he even has any relatives named Hersh.” Decker thought a moment. “Think I’ll give him a call.”

“What do you hope to find?”