Chapters (54)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1: Media Circus
- Chapter 2: The Woman in the Road
- Chapter 3: House Call
- Chapter 4: Searching for Wheels
- Chapter 5: Diving into the Wreck
- Chapter 6: Sigñor Ferragamo, I Presume
- Chapter 7: Habeas Corpus?
- Chapter 8: Poolside Chat
- Chapter 9: Out of the Mouths of Babes
- Chapter 10: Found in Translation
- Chapter 11: Clean—On the Outside
- Chapter 12: The Lion’s Den
- Chapter 13: Saturday at the Mall
- Chapter 14: Crumbs from the Table
- Chapter 15: Family Picnic
- Chapter 16: A Friend of the Family
- Chapter 17: Spinning Wheels, Seeking Traction
- Chapter 18: These Walls Do a Prison Make
- Chapter 19: Power Dining
- Chapter 20: Child in Mourning
- Chapter 21: We Serve and Protect
- Chapter 22: Night Crawlers
- Chapter 23: A Run to O’Hare
- Chapter 24: Annoying the Giants
- Chapter 25: Reaching Out To—A Friend?
- Chapter 26: If You Can’t Swim, Keep Away from Sharks
- Chapter 27: Hounding a Newshound
- Chapter 28: Friendly Warning
- Chapter 29: Help Me, Father, for I Know Not What I’m Doing
- Chapter 30: The Mad Virgin’s Story
- Chapter 31: A Day in the Country
- Chapter 32: Midnight Caller
- Chapter 33: Thrown in the Tank
- Chapter 34: Fourth of July Picnic
- Chapter 35: A Little Game on a Small Court
- Chapter 36: Bail? Why Leave Such Cool Quarters?
- Chapter 37: In the Big House
- Chapter 38: Prisoners in Cell Block H
- Chapter 39: An Audience with Miss Ruby
- Chapter 40: Sewing Circle
- Chapter 41: Photo Op
- Chapter 42: Slow Mend
- Chapter 43: Planning Session
- Chapter 44: Diving in with the Sharks
- Chapter 45: Fugitive
- Chapter 46: In the Church Militant
- Chapter 47: For Those Who Also Serve
- Chapter 48: Meet the Press
- Chapter 49: Scar Tissue
- Also by Sara Paretsky
- Copyright Page
I sat up with a jolt that made my side ache. “Mary Louise, where do you get off with that kind of statement? You were with me when all this started. In fact, if I remember correctly, it was your panic that made me wreck my car. Which has been impounded by the cops and may well never surface again. Exactly what about that am I inventing?”
“Okay, not making up,” she muttered. “And I’m sorry about your car. If I had the money I’d repair it for you. But it’s the same story with you every time. You can’t bear to be scared or beaten, so if someone threatens you, you have to take them on, no matter how big they are. Terry warned me about that when I started working for you, he said he saw you do it over and over again and that no one’s life is worth that much principle. And in this case you’re trying to take on giants. Don’t you see? Don’t you know?”
I clutched the phone so hard my sore palms began to throb. “No. I don’t.”
“Oh, Vic, use your brain. That didn’t take a beating Saturday night. You’re trying to go nose–to–nose with Robert Baladine. Who’s his best friend? Who got him that contract out in Coolis? And who can bury a body, no questions asked, faster than you can say “Jimmy Hoffa?’ Why didn’t you take that nice little assignment Alex Fisher dangled in front of you?”
“What on earth? You yourself advised me not to touch it. And if you think I want to be bought by some—”
“I know. You’re too damned holy to be bought off by a Hollywood slimeball. One thing you’d better believe—I’m not putting Josh and Nate at risk. Thank God Emily’s in France and I don’t have to worry about her. If you keep poking at this hornets’ nest, I’m resigning and flying out of town with the boys.”
You can’t quit, you’re fired. That’s the standard line in such cases, but I only thought it, didn’t say it. When I cooled off I’d regret it—Mary Louise is good for my little operation. But I hadn’t cooled off yet, and our good–byes were unfriendly. Especially after she said she didn’t have time to help put my files back together. She had exams, she was doing some work for a law firm that might let her take an internship, she had the boys in summer camp, she couldn’t possibly spend a week cleaning up the kind of wreck I was describing.