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
“So it’s what Carrie said as opposed to what you saw.” Janet is a lawyer but I wouldn’t expect her to sound like one during a supposed private moment with her partner.
“She’ll make it look like I had it all along when in fact she did.” Lucy is talking about Carrie stealing the machine gun I saw slung around her neck in the first video. “She restored it to its original condition, turned it into a deadly little Valentine on February fourteenth, 1998, for her vapid former beauty queen. And then nine years later and we know what happened.”
“Erin didn’t come right out and say that to you.” Janet seems to be building a case.
“She said enough for me to get the drift.”
“And of course she didn’t record the conversation.”
“They never do.”
“Did you ever see Erin with the machine gun in question? Think hard, Lucy.”
“No. After I told Carrie to stay away from me she bragged. She claimed she got the MP5K back into working order and that she taught Erin how to shoot it, clean it, that sort of thing. That was her Valentine’s Day present, a day on the range with a dangerous weapon, and Erin was such a damn ditz. She couldn’t even reload a damn pistol magazine. She couldn’t push the cartridges down unless she used a speed loader or had someone load it for her. I can’t imagine her shooting a machine gun.”
“But she did. Carrie taught her how to shoot a gun that Erin now claims came from you. In other words Erin is lying. And she’s planting evidence.” Janet is open and bold about Erin Loria, and it’s deliberate but I don’t think Lucy has caught on.
“That’s what Carrie said at the time,” Lucy replies and I have no doubt that Janet has seen the Depraved Heart videos. “Erin was talking about the former prime minister of Pakistan being assassinated. I knew exactly who she meant. Who else could it be? And that can mean only one thing. Carrie’s talking to the damn FBI. She’s talking to Erin. She may have turned over the MP5K to her for that matter, possibly recently.”
“And then suddenly frag from a bullet magically matches,” Janet makes her next comment a matter of record, a damning record depending on who she’s targeting. “Why was the comparison even made? Especially now?”
“It’s the very sort of thing Carrie would orchestrate. If nothing else all she has to do is tamper with various databases such as the NSA, the FBI, Interpol, whatever strikes her fancy. She could falsify a forensic report, fake a hit,” Lucy says as I think of what Jill Donoghue asked me this morning.
She wondered if I’d ever heard of data fiction. And that seems to be what Lucy is describing.