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by Michael Allen Dymmoch


  “Lucky for both of you.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I’m inclined to believe Carver, and his story supports what you’ve told me.”

  “So?”

  “So I’m prepared to leave Carver out of it unless I get evidence I can use against Lessing.”

  Gray was watching him, humming. Minorini recognized the tune: “When a man loves a woman…”

  “Seems like we got a real whodunit on our hands,” Gray said. “What do you think?”

  “I’d rather not speculate.”

  “FBI to the end, huhn? Well, no matter. No hurry. No statute of limitations on murder.”

  It was obvious Gray had connected all the dots.

  Fifty-Seven

  The trip south was colder than it had been over Thanksgiving. Dry salt on the road—powdery. The sky seemed farther away; snow covered the corn stubble and all but the tips of the roadside grasses.

  Paul and Sean talked about football—which neither seemed to follow passionately. There was a wariness between them that she hadn’t noticed at the safe house. They seemed to be trying almost too hard to be pals—for her sake, she was sure. It was oddly uncomfortable. They were all relieved when they spotted the mailbox marked SCHROEDER.

  The family greeted her pretty much as they had in November, perhaps a little more urgently because of her narrow escape. They were naturally curious about Paul, whom Allen and Ken had met before. She wondered why Paul hadn’t mentioned that. But then, he seemed to want to fit in. He probably didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable by bringing it up.

  At sunset, they all watched the red disk slip from a lemon-ice sky, below an icy gold horizon. Then the teenagers piled into a car to go see a movie; the adults settled in to watch one on the VCR.

  After dinner, Paul parked in front of the TV with the guys while the women did the washing up. Their topic of conversation was Joanne’s new beau, of course. Kate and Mary were almost too enthusiastic. When they’d dried the last plate, Elizabeth sent them to join their husbands and poured two cups of coffee. She pointed to a chair at the kitchen table and asked Joanne to sit.

  “What’s up, ma?”

  “Joanne, how well do you know this man?”

  “Well enough. I thought you’d like him.”

  “He’s very nice, but are you sure you’re not just feeling gratitude because he saved your life?”

  He didn’t save my life, she thought. I did. What she said was, “I’m sure. And I’m sure he loves me.”

  Elizabeth nodded. “That’s that, then.”

  Joanne sent Sean to bed at eleven. The others turned in soon after, leaving her and Paul to watch the fire die. He was beautiful in firelight. She had to fight the urge to grab a camera.

  He got up and put another log on, then took a little leather pouch from his pocket. He opened it in front of her with a flourish, and dumped the contents in her hand.

  The diamond that landed on her palm must’ve been a full carat, sparkling like sunlit ice in the fire light. It held her attention like a magic spell. He was saying, “Let’s make this official.”

  She let him take it from her palm and slip it on her finger as smoothly as he’d cuff one of the suspects he’d tracked down.

  She was tired of going it alone. And he knew. He knew and wanted her anyway. Or maybe he wanted her because he knew. She didn’t care. He wanted her.

  He kissed her then, tentatively at first, then more passionately, until she felt light-headed. He undressed them both, and they made love on the rug. Afterwards, he lay looking thoughtfully at the fire while she put on his shirt and went to look out at the snow.

  It was so cold. Cold as the trigger of her father’s gun. She felt a déjà vu. Cold as guilt.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him take something from the wallet in his pants pocket and throw it in the fire. A small photograph.

  It was browned almost beyond recognition by the time she crossed to the fireplace, but in the moment before flames burst from it she recognized Gianni Dossi—she was certain. One of her own pictures, taken at Dossi’s house. Paul had had it all along.

  “What was that?” she said.

  “Nothing important.”

  The flame vanished as suddenly as it appeared, its gold fading to red ember. The ash was carried upward by the heat.

  He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her down next to him. She was happy. In the red glow of the firelight, she could no longer see blood on their hands.

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