Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- One Week Later
- About the Author
- Also by Patricia Cornwell
- About the Publisher
“You could ping their phones,” I suggest to him.
“That requires a warrant.”
“Not the way I’ve seen you do it.”
“Let me see what Helen finds out.”
“I don’t know who that is.”
“The dispatcher I was just talking to. Me and her have gone out a few times.”
“I’m glad you have helpful friends. We need assurance that Hype and Lapin are safe.”
“What I don’t want is to get them into trouble, Doc. And I could. Big trouble if they’re out of service without telling anyone and we ping on their phones and figure out where they are and it’s not related to their jobs.”
“I don’t want any chance that they’re unsafe,” I repeat.
“You think I do?”
“Don’t take any risks, Marino. Not with her on the loose.” I don’t need to say Carrie Grethen’s name. He knows who I mean.
“I get that and don’t think it’s not entering my mind. But it’s serious shit when you sound the alert and every cop in northeastern Massachusetts starts looking for someone. I’m not ready to do that yet,” he says. “There’s not enough of a reason. Some cops are bad about the radio and don’t always answer their phones or get back to you right away and there could be a lot of reasons why. But you don’t call out the troops unless you’re sure. And I’m not. There’s probably a good explanation.”
“I’m sure there is. But don’t assume it’s good. Do we have reason to think someone else might have had access to the Range Rover?” I ask. “What about the housekeeper? Elsa Mulligan I believe you said is her name? Is it possible she moved it for some reason?”
“She’d better not have.”
“Does she impress you as someone who might do something like that? Based on what you’ve been told?”
“Hyde talked to her for only a few minutes, and I didn’t talk to him long when you and me first got there. But I remember he said right off she was really upset and he told her to go on home and we’d sit down with her later. He felt bad for her. Probably because she’s nice-looking.”
I remember Marino in the kitchen with Hyde after we first got here early this morning. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I was in the foyer with the body. I was busy.
“He said she’s nice-looking?”
“Nice body. Pretty face with funky short black hair and big dark-framed glasses. He said she looked very Hollywood.”
“I thought you said she’s from New Jersey.”
“It was Hyde’s opinion that she looked Hollywood. That’s what he said.”