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Chapters (54)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Chapter 1: Media Circus
  5. Chapter 2: The Woman in the Road
  6. Chapter 3: House Call
  7. Chapter 4: Searching for Wheels
  8. Chapter 5: Diving into the Wreck
  9. Chapter 6: Sigñor Ferragamo, I Presume
  10. Chapter 7: Habeas Corpus?
  11. Chapter 8: Poolside Chat
  12. Chapter 9: Out of the Mouths of Babes
  13. Chapter 10: Found in Translation
  14. Chapter 11: Clean—On the Outside
  15. Chapter 12: The Lion’s Den
  16. Chapter 13: Saturday at the Mall
  17. Chapter 14: Crumbs from the Table
  18. Chapter 15: Family Picnic
  19. Chapter 16: A Friend of the Family
  20. Chapter 17: Spinning Wheels, Seeking Traction
  21. Chapter 18: These Walls Do a Prison Make
  22. Chapter 19: Power Dining
  23. Chapter 20: Child in Mourning
  24. Chapter 21: We Serve and Protect
  25. Chapter 22: Night Crawlers
  26. Chapter 23: A Run to O’Hare
  27. Chapter 24: Annoying the Giants
  28. Chapter 25: Reaching Out To—A Friend?
  29. Chapter 26: If You Can’t Swim, Keep Away from Sharks
  30. Chapter 27: Hounding a Newshound
  31. Chapter 28: Friendly Warning
  32. Chapter 29: Help Me, Father, for I Know Not What I’m Doing
  33. Chapter 30: The Mad Virgin’s Story
  34. Chapter 31: A Day in the Country
  35. Chapter 32: Midnight Caller
  36. Chapter 33: Thrown in the Tank
  37. Chapter 34: Fourth of July Picnic
  38. Chapter 35: A Little Game on a Small Court
  39. Chapter 36: Bail? Why Leave Such Cool Quarters?
  40. Chapter 37: In the Big House
  41. Chapter 38: Prisoners in Cell Block H
  42. Chapter 39: An Audience with Miss Ruby
  43. Chapter 40: Sewing Circle
  44. Chapter 41: Photo Op
  45. Chapter 42: Slow Mend
  46. Chapter 43: Planning Session
  47. Chapter 44: Diving in with the Sharks
  48. Chapter 45: Fugitive
  49. Chapter 46: In the Church Militant
  50. Chapter 47: For Those Who Also Serve
  51. Chapter 48: Meet the Press
  52. Chapter 49: Scar Tissue
  53. Also by Sara Paretsky
  54. Copyright Page

He put the phone back in his pocket and turned to me. “Your lucky day, Warshki. My—boss says if you swallowed the evidence I can’t hold you, although I’d like to bring you in and choke it out of you. You can go home. You—Holcumb, is it? Uncuff her and let her go.”

While the officer undid the lock, she whispered that her mother was an upholsterer, that she’d bring her over in the morning and get her to repair my couch, no charge. I was too tired and too angry to do anything but nod my sore neck. I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, until the last of the battalion had left. I barricaded the door from the inside and sat on the couch. The mess in the room was now so unbearable I couldn’t imagine ever being able to work in this space again.

Chapter 22: Night Crawlers

22 Night Crawlers

Mr. Contreras roused me from my stupor, calling on my office phone, his voice rough with anxiety: at four–thirty I’d said I’d be back in an hour for dinner, and here it was almost eight. When I told him what had happened he insisted on flagging a cab and coming to the office. Nothing I said could dissuade him, and in my fragmented state I didn’t try too hard. When he knocked on the door fifteen minutes later, I shocked both of us by bursting into tears.

“This is terrible, doll, this is terrible. Who could’ve done such a thing? That cop, that creep that wanted to arrest you last week? And he hit you? You can’t take that. You gotta tell someone. Call the lieutenant. Call Detective Finchley.”

I blew my nose. “Yeah. Maybe. What I’d like is to get some kind of padlock for the doors. Whoever broke in bypassed the code on the front door. They can break down padlocks too, but they’ll be more obvious from the street if they’re doing that.”

One of the chains had opened a big all–night home supply store not too far from my building. The old man rode over with me and helped pick out locks and tools. When we got back I was still so jumpy that I insisted on inspecting both my office and Tessa’s studio to make sure no one had arrived in my absence.