‘The location of my home certainly isn’t a secret. You know how often we’ve asked the media not to film or photograph it, and they do it anyway.’

‘Tell me what the other notes said.’

‘Like this one, they were short. One asked me how I was and if I was still working too hard. It seems to me the other was more along the lines of missing me.’

‘Missing you?’

I searched my memory. ‘Something like, “It’s been too long. We really must see each other.”’

‘You’re certain it’s the same person.’ He glanced down at the pink note on the table.

‘I think so. Obviously, Gault has my address, as you predicted he would.’

‘He’s probably been by your crib.’ He stopped pacing and looked at me. ‘You realize that?’

I did not answer.

‘I’m telling you that Gault has seen where you live.’ Marino ran his fingers through his hair. ‘You understand what I’m saying?’ he demanded.

‘This needs to go to the lab first thing in the morning,’ I said.

I thought of the first two notes. If they, too, were from Gault, he had mailed them in Richmond. He had been here.

‘You can’t stay here, Doc.’

‘They can analyze the postage stamp. If he licked it, he left saliva on it. We can use PCR and get DNA.’

‘You can’t stay here,’ he said again.

‘Of course I can.’

‘I’m telling you, you can’t.’

‘I have to, Marino,’ I said stubbornly. ‘This is where I live.’

He was shaking his head. ‘No. It’s out of the question. Or else I’m moving in.’

I was devoted to Marino but could not bear the thought of him in my house. I could see him wiping his feet on my oriental rugs and leaving rings on yew wood and mahogany. He would watch wrestling in front of the fire and drink Budweiser out of the can.

‘I’m going to call Benton right now,’ he went on. ‘He’s going to tell you the same thing.’ He walked toward the phone.

‘Marino,’ I said. ‘Leave Benton out of this.’

He walked over to the fire and sat on the sandstone hearth instead. He put his head in his hands, and when he looked up at me his face was exhausted. ‘You know how I’ll feel if something happens to you?’

‘Not very good,’ I said, ill at ease.

‘It will kill me. It will, I swear.’

‘You’re getting maudlin.’

‘I don’t know what that word means. But I do know Gault’s going to have to waste my ass first, you hear me?’ He stared intensely at me.

I looked away. I felt the blood rise to my cheeks.