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