‘Oh damn,’ Gault said, looking down at his chest. ‘I got splashed.’

She snatched the handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his suit jacket and dabbed his neck and lapels.

‘It won’t show. It’s a good thing you wore black.’

‘Go put something on,’ he said as if her nudity disgusted him. His voice was adolescent and uneven, and he was not loud.

He went to the foot of the bed and picked up the dark clothing.

‘What about his watch?’ She looked down at the bed. ‘It’s a Rolex. It’s real, baby, and it’s gold. The bracelet’s real, too.’

Gault snapped, ‘Get dressed now.’

‘I don’t want to get dirty,’ she said.

She dropped the bloody handkerchief on the floor where the police would later find it.

‘Then bring the bags in,’ he ordered.

He seemed to be fooling with the clothing as he placed it on the dresser, but the angle of the camera made it impossible for us to see him well. She came back with the bags.

Together they disposed of Brown’s body in a way that seemed careful and well planned. First, they dressed him in pajamas, for reasons we did not understand. Blood spilled on the pajama top as Gault pulled the garbage bag over the sheriff’s head and tied it with a shoelace that came from a running shoe in the closet.

They lowered the body from the bed into the black pouch on the floor, Gault holding Brown under the arms while Carrie got his ankles. They tucked him in and zipped it up. We saw them carry Lament Brown out and heard them on the stairs. Minutes later, Carrie ducked back in, got the clothing and left. Then the bedroom was empty.

Tucker tensely said, ‘Certainly we can’t ask for better evidence. Did the gloves come from the morgue?’

‘Most likely from the van they stole,’ I answered. ‘We keep a box of gloves in each van.’

‘It’s not quite over,’ Marino said.

He began advancing the film, speeding past scene after scene of the empty bedroom, until suddenly a figure was there. Marino rewound and the figure quickly walked backward out of the room.

Marino said, ‘Look what happens exactly an hour and eleven minutes later.’ He hit the play button again.

Carrie Grethen walked into the bedroom, dressed like Gault. Were it not for her white hair, I might have thought she was him.

‘What? She’s got on his suit?’ Tucker asked, amazed.

‘Not his suit,’ I said. ‘She’s got on one like it, but it’s not the suit Gault was wearing.’

‘How can you tell?’ Tucker said.

‘There’s a handkerchief in the pocket. She took Gault’s handkerchief to wipe blood off him. And if you go back you’ll see his jacket had no flaps on the pockets, but hers does.’

‘Yeah,’ Marino said. ‘That’s right.’