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
As I tried to make up a list of tasks for Mary Louise and me to split on the Georgia inquiry, I couldn’t help thinking of Alex’s remark, that if I did the work she wanted, Global had the resources to express their gratitude. A bonus in the high five figures. I wondered how high. Fifty thousand would not only get me a new car but let me build a cushion, maybe hire someone full–time instead of relying on Mary Louise’s erratic hours. Or what if it were seventy or eighty thousand? Murray was driving a powder–blue Mercedes these days; I could pick up that red Jaguar XJ–12 I’d seen in the ads on Wednesday.
“And that’s how they catch their fish,” I admonished myself out loud. “If you can be bought for the price of a used car, V. I., then you’re not worth owning.”
I worked hard for another couple of hours, stopping only once, to go out for a sandwich and to let Peppy relieve herself. After that I didn’t look up until Tessa came in around three–thirty.
“Mary Louise hasn’t been in for a while,” she commented, perching on the couch arm.
“You keeping an eye on the premises?”
She grinned. “No, doofus. You aren’t the only detective around here: when Mary Louise comes in she always tidies up the papers. I’m taking off. Want to go for a coffee?”
I looked at the clock. I told her I’d have to take a rain check so I could get back to pick up Mr. Contreras. I started my system backup program and began hunting through the heap on my desk for the report Max had faxed over from Beth Israel: I wanted to discuss it with Mary Louise. I’d forgotten stuffing the papers into the folder labeled Alumni Fund but came on it by the sophisticated method of going through all the folders I’d stacked up lately.
I pulled out the report the paramedics had filed with the hospital. It described where they’d found Aguinaldo, what steps they’d taken to stabilize her, and the time they’d delivered her to Beth Israel (3:14 A.M.), but not the names of the officers who’d talked to Mary Louise and me in Edgewater. I wondered if I needed to know badly enough to pay for Mary Louise to talk to the ambulance crew and see if they remembered the guys. But I didn’t know how else to start finding out whether Baladine or Poilevy had been pulling the strings that made the cops come after me.