“So no harm, no foul is what you’re saying, right, Edmund?”

“Jerry, I swear I have no idea what the relevance of this is. You just asked me to kill two people, for Christ’s sake.” Edmund turned his head as he said it, checking that no one had joined them. “Are you trying to put pressure on me with this?”

“There’s something I don’t think you’re aware of. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to bring this up, but it seems like you leave me no option.” Jerry looked at Edmund. He had crossed one bridge with Edmund a few minutes ago. Now he was going to burn it down.

“When you were sleeping with Gloria Croft, she got pregnant—”

“Oh, bullshit, Jerry—”

“She got pregnant, Edmund, and she had a termination, and it didn’t go well. She used a good clinic, I can give you the name, but the procedure had some serious complications. I can give you details, if you need them. She survived, but it left her sterile, so she can’t have children. And I would imagine it also left her with a lot of resentment for the man involved.”

“Why should I believe this?” Edmund’s face was dark with fury, his hands bunched into fists still thrust deep into his coat pockets, his left hand throbbing from punching the elevator door. He leaned toward Jerry, almost goading him.

“You’re trying to blackmail me? I can’t believe you.”

“The information came up quite by chance,” Jerry said. He was surprised how remarkably calm he felt. “We were looking for dirt on Gloria when we heard about this. I know someone who has contacts in the records department at certain hospitals, and he found the relevant file. The timing’s right, we checked, and there’s even a note in there saying that she only had one sexual partner. They were ruling out some STDs, so they asked. My guess is that partner was you.”

“Bullshit.”

“You use a condom every time, Edmund? She miss a bit of work around the time you stopped seeing each other? You might not remember, but I doubt you liked your analysts taking a lot of time off. And perhaps she left the company soon after that, am I right?”

Edmund sighed. He felt deflated, almost literally, as if the air had been sucked out of his lungs. He stared back out at the water again.

“So what will you do with this information? And I’m not saying it’s true.”