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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

“The way things are going there may not be a later.” I don’t want to sound incensed but I do. “If that damn MP5K is ever connected even indirectly to Lucy? It makes no difference that the gun was a movie prop at one time. Maybe it was refurbished. Carrie could have done that blindfolded I’m guessing,” I say and Benton is quiet. “And what a lot of trouble she could cause whether the records have been tampered with or not. Who’s going to prove they’ve been tampered with or even admit it because that alone is a massive public perception problem. You know what they say about revenge. It’s much better served cold. So why not wait years, almost a decade or even longer to decimate everyone you hate.”

“I knew what Carrie did at the time,” Benton says. “Lucy had to explain why the MP5K wasn’t returned to the display case in my unit. She said Carrie had it and wouldn’t give it back, and then they broke up and that was that. There’s paperwork about the gun or prop disappearing. Of course it could be returned to working order and Lucy knew that too. Even as a teenager she was too smart to be hoodwinked.”

“Erin Loria probably wasn’t. She probably isn’t.”

“I won’t argue with you.”

“If a movie prop became a working firearm again and it now appears it was used to assassinate someone”—I give him a scenario—“Erin might truly believe she’s in serious trouble.”

“Especially if Carrie’s done things to make her paranoid,” Benton agrees, and he knows far more than he’s saying.

“Which might explain her leading a raid on Lucy’s property. It might explain one of the most bogus search warrants I’ve seen in a while. Whose idea was it to transfer Erin Loria to Boston?”

“After you were shot in Florida she requested it.”

“I’m sure she did. Probably about the same time she fell into the trap of believing a former movie prop she’d once been in illegal possession of was suddenly matched to frag recovered from an assassination in 2007,” I reply. “But even if going after Lucy was Erin’s idea the Bureau has to be cooperating or nothing would be happening. So in essence the FBI deliberately moved Erin Loria here to sic her on Lucy.”

“I don’t deny that’s true,” Benton says as Marino orders me to floor it.

“Cambridge Street over to Charlestown Ave.” His voice is loud and urgent. “The old gravel quarry.”

THERE’S NO GOOD REASON for him to have driven his cruiser to the River Basin, especially in this weather. He wasn’t responding to a call. He wasn’t meeting anyone. Not officially.