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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Praise
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Acknowledgments
  66. About the Author
  67. Also by Rupert Holmes
  68. What’s next onyour reading list?

He moved his neck about within his suit collar. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out, not that it does any good for Russ or Martha. The area is completely desolate up there. It would make for a great lovers’ lane but there’s not a lot of places to park without risking your life. An hour can pass without a car going by. The only reason anyone knew there’d been an accident was because the car caught fire after it crashed and the flames could be seen above Claremont Avenue. The fire was reported around one-thirty, so it stands to reason it happened some time between one-fifteen and then. By the time we got there, both of them were pretty much burned to a crisp—” He went pale for a moment and coughed into a handkerchief he produced from his pants pocket. “Excuse me, I’m used to this stuff, but it’s different when you know the person.”

Sitting there, I suddenly panicked as I envisioned Gail and Toby Ackland borrowing Russ’s Studebaker in order to park and pet amid the wilds of Grizzly Peak. This was not impossible. I hadn’t actually seen how the four of them had arrived or departed last night. Perhaps Gail, leaving in a huff, took Russ’s car, figuring that in his drunken state, it would be safer for him and Martha to take a taxi home.

“Are you sure it was Martha?” I said, trying not to show my anxiety.

Culpepper reassured me. “The coroner’s had a busy morning. We found a little black book in Martha’s metal clutch bag with all her telephone numbers, including her doctor and dentist, and the same for Russ. We got her dental records at nine A.M., his by a quarter after, and by ten we had a positive I.D. on her. Russ we’re still working on—apparently there was some damage to his jaw on impact—”

“But as far as Martha goes, there’s no way it could have been anyone else?”

“You can speak to the coroner himself if you like; it was a perfect match.” He permitted himself the smallest smile of understanding. “Listen, if you’re worried about what I think you’re worried about, let me reassure you that I talked to Gail this morning.”

“In person?”