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Chapters (28)
  1. "Q" is for QUARRY
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Epilogue

Henry pointed to my soup, most of which was still in the bowl. "I'll I have her put that in a jar and bring it over to you later tonight. I know how you hate to see food go to waste."

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I was home earlier than I'd intended, concerned that calf brain would leak out of the makeshift container and contaminate the interior of my shoulder bag. As I passed Henry's garbage can, I removed the bundle from my purse and dumped it. I lifted my head, alerted by the dim j ringing of a phone somewhere. I banged down the lid and hurried to my front door, unlocking it in haste. Three rings. Four. I slung my bag on a kitchen chair and snatched up the receiver. My answering machine had already kicked in and I was forced to override my own voice, singing, "It's me. I'm here. Don't go away. I'm answering."

"Kinsey?"

The caller was male and he spoke against the dull murmur of background conversations. I put a hand against one ear. "Who's this?"

"Pudgie."

"Well, hi. This is a surprise. I didn't think I'd hear from you. What's up?"

"You said call if I thought of something, but you have to promise you won't let this get back to him."

I found myself straining to hear. "Back to who?"

"Frankie. You ever meet him?"

"Not yet."

"He's a crazy man. You can't tell it right off because he's good at faking it... like he's normal and all, but believe me, you don't want to mess with him."

"I didn't realize you knew him."

"I don't, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out the guy's a freak."

"Is that why you called, to say how nuts he is?"

"Nuhn-uhn. I'll get to that, but lemme ask you something first. Suppose someone tells him I called you?"

"Come on. I can't control that. Besides, who's going to tell? I can promise not a word of this will come from me."

"You swear?"

"Of course." I could hear him cup a hand over the mouthpiece, lips so close to the phone I thought he'd slobber in my ear. "He talked about stabbing some chick to death."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Pudgie. That's why he went to prison. For killing Cathy Lee Pearse."

"Not her. Another one. This was after he killed her."

"I'm listening."