The interior of the house was done in a style I recognized as classic Coconut Grove Rich Person Casual. I had not seen an example like this since I was a boy, when Miami Vice Modern took over as the area's dominant decorative pattern. But this was old school, bringing back the memory of when the area was called Nut Grove because of its loose, Bohemian flavor.

The floors were reddish-brown tile and shiny enough to shave in, and there was a conversation area consisting of a leather couch and two matching chairs off to the right beside a large picture window. Next to the window was a wet bar with a large, glassed-in, temperature-controlled wine cabinet and an abstract painting of a nude on the wall next to it.

Wilkins led us past a pair of potted plants and over to the couch, and hesitated a couple of steps in front of it. "Ah," he said, pushing back the hood from his rain jacket, "we're kind of wet for the leather furniture. Can I offer you a barstool?" He gestured toward the bar.

I looked at Deborah, who shrugged. "We can stand," she said. "This will only take a minute." "All right," Wilkins said. He folded his arms and smiled at Deborah. "What's so important that they send someone like you, in this weather?" he said. Deborah flushed slightly, whether from irritation or something else I couldn't tell. "How long have you been sleeping with Tammy Connor?" Deborah said. Wilkins lost his happy expression and for a moment there was a very cold, unpleasant look on his face. "Where did you hear that?" he said. I could see that Deborah was trying to push him off-balance just a bit, and since that is one of my specialties I chimed in. "Will you have to sell this place if you don't get tenure?" I said.

His eyes snapped to mine, and there was nothing at all pleasant about the look he gave me. He kept his tongue in his mouth, too. "I should have known," he said. "So this was Halpern's jailhouse confession, was it? Wilkins did it."

"So you didn't have an affair with Tammy Connor?" Deborah said.

Wilkins looked back to her again and, with a visible effort, regained his relaxed smile. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can't get used to you as the tough one. I guess that's a pretty successful technique for you two, hmm?"

"Not so far," I said. "You haven't answered any of the questions." He nodded. "All right," he said. "And did Halpern tell you he broke into my office? I found him hiding under my desk. God knows what he was doing there."

"Why do you think he broke into your office?" Deborah asked.
Wilkins shrugged. "He said I sabotaged his paper."
"Did you?"