And the quarter of a million. There was definitely more to Colin William MacIver than a glimpse of the mechanics of guilt. Leland was drawn to that, as Karen had pointed out unconsciously, but very clearly. You’re closer to it. He had not thought of it, but he was drawing on parts of himself that were not usually for hire—and never in custody cases. What diverted Leland now was not the separate reasons for Karen’s concern—Norma, Port Smith, the idea that he had been thoughtlessly dredging through his own life for the keys to another—it was that the basic motive was so near the surface, and that she had made the necessary associations so easily. In point of fact he had forgotten that what was myth to him was reality to her, and however close he thought he was to the way things were between them, he was never as close as she was. She was the center, and his understanding came through her good grace.