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
Lucy stares at her incredulously. “What’s going on with you? I’m not leaving us with no damn way to protect ourselves. We agreed this morning we wouldn’t let them do that to us. What’s wrong with you? You of all people know what she’s like.”
“I never really knew her,” Janet says and I’m stunned.
Of course she knew Carrie. Janet knew about their relationship at the time. There have been endless conversations about it since.
“What’s wrong with you?” Lucy has her hands on her hips. “You sure as hell met her back then. Remember the time we were having lunch in the Boardroom and she sat at our table and didn’t say one word to you or even look at you?” She’s angry and accusatory. “And the time you and I were talking in my dorm room and she walked in without knocking like she was hoping to catch us. What do you mean you never really knew her? What are you talking about?” Lucy is getting more upset.
“In the ERF, the Boardroom, out running, in passing in other words.” Janet’s voice is flat and disconnected. “I’m not sure I’d recognize her.”
“You’ve seen the photos. I’ve used computer age progression and showed you what she’d look like today. And besides you remember her. You’d recognize her. Hell yes you would.”
“I recognize her behavior. But literally I’ve not seen her to quote recognize her.”
“Are you being funny?”
“I’m being a lawyer. I’m telling you how I would feel compelled to answer the question of whether I’ve seen her.”
“Because this isn’t a game,” Lucy says, and I think I smell it. “They lie and say there’s no evidence she exists and you’re going to help them out by saying you haven’t seen her?”
“I haven’t seen her since the late nineties. Not probably. Absolutely and it’s the truth,” Janet says, and I’m sure I smell it.
I remember the loamy musky scent. More olfactory fool’s gold, and of course I’m not smelling it now but it wasn’t just Lucy. It was Janet too. When I hugged both of them it entered my mind that they’d been doing yard work. Until I remembered they don’t do yard work. They smelled as if they’d been digging in the soil.
Both of them did.