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Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. One Week Later
  53. About the Author
  54. Also by Patricia Cornwell
  55. About the Publisher

“Yes,” I answer. “If for no other reason than to prevent questions about the procedures I used, about the veracity of my testimony. I like jurors to see where I found evidence. It’s helpful if they can witness for themselves that it was properly handled and preserved, and in dive search and recoveries it’s especially important because there’s no talking, no narrative, no explanation. You can’t hear much underwater except bubbles.”

“So when you saw who you believe was Carrie Grethen, the camera on your mask was recording the entire time,” Donoghue says to me. “And that’s because you had turned it on.”

“That’s correct.”

“Then Carrie should be on film.”

I start to answer that of course she will be but the look in Lucy’s eyes stops me. Something is wrong.

“Wherever my face was directed, the camera was recording it,” I explain to Donoghue as uncertainty stirs inside me. “And there are no assumptions involved. It’s not what I believe. It’s about what’s true. I know who I saw.”

“I have no doubt you believe you do.”

“It’s not merely what I believe.”

“But it is exactly that,” Donoghue says. “It’s what you believe, Kay, which isn’t necessarily what’s true. It happened fast. Out of nowhere. The blink of an eye. You had Carrie Grethen on the brain and then someone confronted you in not exactly optimal conditions. You’d just had the shock of discovering the two divers had been murdered by someone …”

“By her.”

“I know that’s what you believe. I’m sure you’re sincere. The visibility had to be pretty bad. Do you wear contact lens when you dive? Is your mask prescription?”

“I know who I saw.”

“Let’s hope we can prove it,” she says, and Lucy has the same look in her eyes.

Something is wrong.

“This is what you really think?” I’m getting angry. “You think I was in shock, couldn’t see, was confused, and misidentified whoever was down there with a spear gun?”

“We have to prove it,” Donoghue repeats. “I’m giving you a dose of what the opposition will say.”

“And the opposition is the FBI,” I reply. “What a sad thing to contemplate and it seems I contemplate it all too often these days. When I was getting started I was told that law enforcement was a public service. We’re supposed to help people not host inquisitions and persecute.”

“We absolutely view the FBI as the opposition,” Donoghue confirms. “And I’m warming you up to what they’ll say, what they’re already saying I’m willing to bet. We have to prove it absolutely was Carrie Grethen, that she absolutely isn’t dead, that she absolutely is the one shooting people, including you. We have to demonstrate that she absolutely is … What are they calling the sniper?”

“Copperhead.”

“Yes. That she’s Copperhead.”