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by Amy Gutman


  came up. I didn’t open it right away. I took a long walk instead, try-6

  ing to sort things out. I was afraid, I guess. Afraid of what the let-7

  ter might say. Afraid of what might be left out. Confused, too. Did 8

  I want her to say it was all a mistake, that she wanted to try again?

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  Not really. I couldn’t imagine that. What I wanted, I finally figured 10

  out, was something I could never have. I didn’t want Madeleine 11

  back. I wanted her not to have left.”

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  Kate stared down at her mug, tracing the rim with a finger. I 13

  wanted her not to have left. He’s got it exactly right, she thought.

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  That’s exactly the way that you feel.

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  After a time, Kate looked up. “So why was she writing you now?”

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  “She wanted to apologize. She said she’d been thinking about 17

  the past. And thought she owed me an explanation. That’s when I 18

  found out about Mills. That they’d been having an affair. I knew 19

  the name, of course. She’d talked about him all the time. Carter 20

  this, Carter that. I’d tuned out most of it. You’d think I might have 21

  had some suspicion. But, really, I had no idea.”

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  Hearing the pain in his voice, Kate felt a wave of empathy. And 23

  with it, a jolt of apprehension. Was this what her own future held?

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  Ten years from now, would she still be thinking about Michael?

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  She tried to push the thought away.

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  “What did she want?”

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  “I don’t know exactly,” Howell said. “I never had a chance to 28

  find out. We were supposed to have dinner, had actually set a date.

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  But she was killed before we could meet. All I know for sure is that 30

  she was scared. She felt very isolated, very alone. She needed 31

  someone to trust.”

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  Kate leaned toward Howell, electrified by what he’d just said.

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  “Did she mention anyone by name?”

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  Howell looked her squarely in the eye. “She was scared of Carter 2

  Mills,” he said. “Of what Mills might do to her.”

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  “Of Carter Mills?” Kate eyed Howell doubtfully.

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  “I think she knew something about him. Something that would 5

  hurt his career.”

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  Kate stared at Howell, disbelieving. She must have misunder-7

  stood. “You don’t think that Carter killed her?”

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  “He wouldn’t have done it himself.”

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  “But you think he’s the one who arranged it?”

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  “Yes.”

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  “I’m sorry,” Kate said, shaking her head, “but it just doesn’t 12

  make any sense. I mean, I know Carter Mills. I work for him. He’d 13

  never —” Kate broke off midsentence, conscious of Howell’s stony 14

  gaze. “Look, what did she say exactly? To make you think that 15

  about Carter Mills?”

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  “I don’t remember precisely.” Howell’s voice had a sharper edge 17

  now.

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  “But . . . you talked to the police about it?”

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  “Of course. They have a copy of the letter.”

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  “Well, then . . .” Kate looked at her watch. Saved by the bell.

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  “Wow, I’ve really got to get going. I’ve only got about ten min-22

  utes.”

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  Standing up from her chair, she pulled on her coat and extended 24

  a hand. “So . . . thanks.”

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  Howell gave her an ironic look.

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  “No, really,” Kate insisted. “It was great seeing your work.”

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  She was almost out the door when a sudden thought made her 28

  turn back. “There’s one thing I still don’t get. That day you saw me 29

  at the church. What made you want to talk to me?”

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  Howell studied her face. “Take off your glasses,” he said.

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  Kate had no idea what he was getting at. Still, she did as he’d 32

  asked. Without her glasses, the room was a blur, an interplay of 33

  light and dark. She couldn’t make out Howell’s features, though ort 34

  she sensed him watching her. Then, from across the table, she reg 35

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  heard his disembodied voice. “Didn’t you ever notice how much 1

  you look like her?”

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  Kate gazed out the window, watching the outskirts of town give 5

  way to endless winter fields. Traffic was light. Cold air seeped 6

  through the window. She tried to think about the evening ahead, 7

  the upcoming cocktail party. But she couldn’t seem to shake How-8

  ell’s voice.

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  Didn’t you ever notice how much you look like her?

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  Head still turned toward one side, Kate reached into her back-11

  pack and pulled out a plastic compact. She held the round con-12

  tainer in her hands a moment. Then she snapped it open and 13

  looked. First with glasses. Then without. Blue eyes stared back 14

  from the mirror. Madeleine’s eyes were green.

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  And then, suddenly, she saw it.

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  Me but not me . . .

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  She stared at the image, as if hypnotized, wondering how she 18

  could have missed it. But then, she sometimes didn’t recognize her 19

  own reflection. No surprise she hadn’t picked this out. Besides, the 20

  resemblance wasn’t so much to the Madeleine she’d known, but to 21

  the woman on the TV news. A Madeleine whose sleek dark bob 22

  had grazed her cheek. Just as her own hair did now.

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  For several minutes, Kate studied the image, in horrified fasci-24

  nation. Now that she’d seen this, what did she do? And what could 25

  it possibly mean?

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  Strains of a string quartet greeted Kate as she arrived at the cocktail 29

  party. The cafeteria had been transformed. The lights were low.

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  Candles flickered. Tables were piled high with food. The men 31

  looked much as they did during the week; the women wore simple 32

  black dresses. Kate tossed off greetings as she edged through the 33

  crowd, scanning the room for Carter Mills.

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  She’d just picked up a white wine spritzer when she heard some-2

  one call her name.

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  “Kate. Over here.” It was Justin. He was standing with two col-4

  leagues. One was Victor Lawson. She didn’t know the other guy.

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  “Come rescue me
!” Justin called. “I’m trapped in the conversation 6

  from hell. We’re deep in discussion of the subway system.”

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  “Litigators,” Kate said, approaching the group. “Is there any-8

  thing they can’t debate?” Returning Justin’s smile, she felt a pang 9

  of sadness, sudden as it was unexpected. Laura Lacy. Of course, 10

  Justin had gone out on dates before, but there’d never been anyone 11

  serious. Somehow, she knew this was different.

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  “You know Victor Lawson,” Justin said. Kate nodded. “And this 13

  is Mark Postino.”

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  “Hi, Mark.”

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  “Hi. Nice to meet you.” With his strong Bronx accent and mus-16

  cled build, Postino looked more like a wrestler than a white-shoe 17

  lawyer.

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  “What year are you?” she asked.

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  “Third. But I just started here last month. I used to be at Cra-20

  vath.”

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  “If you don’t mind,” Victor Lawson said, raising an eyebrow. “I 22

  was just making a very important transportation point.”

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  The mock argument resumed. Kate took a seat on a window 24

  ledge. Outside it had started to snow. Wet flakes hurtled through 25

  the building’s light before vanishing below. Turning back to the 26

  room, Kate again scanned the crowd. The partnership was out in 27

  full force. Bruce Stroesser huddled with Martin Drescher. Bill Mc-28

  Carty and Karen Henderson talked nearby. One by one, Kate 29

  picked out another half dozen familiar faces. Colin Barfield. Dave 30

  Bosch. Warren Leverett. But still no sign of Carter Mills. Could she 31

  somehow have missed his arrival? She decided to check around.

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  “I’m going to get some food,” Kate said, hopping down from her 33

  perch.

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  Justin put down his drink. “I’ll go with you. I could use some-reg 35

  thing to eat.”

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  Together they approached the buffet table. It was an impressive 1

  sight, filled with an array of complex hors d’oeuvres. Tuna sashimi 2

  on tiny potato crisps. Endive leaves filled with chevre and caviar.

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  Mushroom caps stuffed with green-flecked puree. “Big food, ” An-4

  drea called these ornate creations. It occurred to Kate that Andrea 5

  was someone else she hadn’t seen yet tonight.

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  “Quite a spread, huh?” Justin was methodically filling a plate.

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  “Definitely beats the Harvard Club. Although, come to think of it, 8

  these broiled oysters would taste great with a big glob of Cheez 9

  Whiz.”

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  “Maybe you should suggest it,” Kate said, still looking over the 11

  room. The conversational buzz was growing louder, all but drown-12

  ing out the string quartet. “Justin, have you seen Carter tonight?”

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  “I don’t know. I don’t think so. But I haven’t been looking for 14

  him. Hey, want to go back to Lawson and Postino?”

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  Kate managed a smile. “No thanks. I think I’m going to do a lit-16

  tle mingling.”

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  The ticking of the grandfather clock seemed louder than usual 19

  tonight. Mills saw it was almost eight. He was long overdue up-20

  stairs. But picturing the strained festivities — the pathetically 21

  elaborate hors d’oeuvres, the anxious young lawyers, desperate to 22

  make an impression — he just couldn’t face it yet. Besides, he had 23

  other things on his mind, issues far more pressing than a cocktail 24

  party.

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  Mills sank back into his chair and folded his hands. Gazing out 26

  the window at the city’s anonymous depths, he found himself wish-27

  ing he could disappear. He was tired, terribly tired. What he really 28

  yearned for was sleep. A deep, dreamless slumber that would ban-29

  ish all thought. But sleep really wasn’t an option. It was laughable, 30

  almost, how his luck had turned. Luck had been with him for so 31

  many years, he’d almost forgotten its presence. But now he sensed 32

  cracks in his life’s foundation. So far, the movement was insub-33

  stantial. Nothing that couldn’t be dealt with. But he was too much 34 sh

  of a realist to think that it would end here.

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  Behind him, a gold hinged frame held studio portraits of two 2

  boys. Turning away from the window, Mills briefly studied the 3

  pictures. A pair of blond children with indiscriminate smiles.

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  Looking at them, he felt nothing. Except perhaps irritation. After 5

  all, what did his sons — young men now — know of the pressures 6

  he faced? The boys had always reminded him of their mother, a re-7

  semblance that had grown more striking with the passing years.

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  Diane accused him of being heartless, of caring no more for his 9

  sons than for her. He never responded to these accusations. For 10

  what was there to say? He looked at the boys and saw nothing of 11

  himself. Nothing to take hold of, to mold, to shape. Quite simply, 12

  he’d lost interest.

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  Then he was thinking of another picture. The one he’d de-14

  stroyed last week. He could still see her face in his mind’s eye. The 15

  sweep of dark hair, the broad forehead, the brilliant, wide-set eyes.

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  If only he could have destroyed his memories along with her pho-17

  tograph. Instead, they were growing stronger. Ever since he’d cut 18

  up the picture, he’d been obsessed by the past. As if by reliving 19

  events in his mind, he could somehow alter their course.

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  If only they’d never met.

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  It was this thought that haunted him most. After all, what were 22

  the odds? They were different people from different worlds. Their 23

  paths need never have crossed. So many chances for avoidance! If 24

  only he’d picked a different movie. If only he’d gone to a later 25

  show. If only she hadn’t worked that night. His mind had run on 26

  like this for days. He couldn’t work, couldn’t sleep. The mental 27

  discipline that was his stock-in-trade seemed to have deserted him 28

  entirely. He could almost imagine she was watching him. Staring 29

  through a keyhole, gloating.

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  Then, without warning, he heard a voice. Each day is a new be-31

  ginning. You must never rest on your laurels. His father’s words rever-32

  berated in Carter’s mind, filling him with a trembling rage. Give up 33

  now? And prove his father right? Never. Not while he still had a ort 34

  choice. He was a litigator, one of the best. He’d built a career on reg 35

  beating the odds. He could certainly do it again.

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  The burst of anger seemed to have energized him. He could feel 1

  his self-confidence returning. The situation that had seemed so 2

  bleak now seemed entirely manageable. Why already he’d taken 3

  steps. Removed Kate Paine from the Thorpe case, started to re-4

  sume control. Thorpe was a problem, of course. Mills thought of 5

  the horrendous cassette. Madeleine’s secret weapon. That must 6

  have been how she’d seen it. Briefly, he wondered where it had 7

  come from — from Friedman’s lawyer? from one of her friends? —

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  but none of that mattered now. The only thing that mattered was 9

  the future. He’d raised the issue of the tape with Thorpe, hoping 10

  for some explanation. But all he’d gotten was blanket denials and 11

  improbable speculations. Thorpe knew that Jed Holden would 12

  back him. And, unfortunately, Thorpe was right. Jed Holden saw 13

  Thorpe as a surrogate son. It was Samson’s job to protect him.

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  And, most especially, it was Carter Mills’s job, thanks to their pri-15

  vate “arrangement.”

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  Mills put his head in his hands. How had he ended up here? He’d 17

  never seen himself as a man who took risks. But lately, he’d begun 18

  to wonder. Why had he selected Kate Paine to go through Mad-19

  eleine’s office? If he’d thought about it even an instant, he’d have 20

  seen he was tempting fate. And then further back, when he’d 21

  started those side deals with Holden. It wasn’t that he’d needed the 22

  money. Even before his father died, he’d had more than enough to 23

  pay the bills. And further back still, Maria.

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  Why hadn’t he noticed it before, this pattern of seeking out 25

  danger? Perhaps because the events were so widely spaced in time.

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  It wasn’t a daily occurrence. Or even a yearly one. Still, these were 27

  not the actions of a rational man, of the man that he’d thought he 28

  was. His actions seemed to reflect a sort of death wish. A strange 29

  urge to self-destruct.

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  Once again, he thought of the photograph. Left as a calling 31

  card. He was not a superstitious man. Still, he had a growing con-32

  viction that his troubles all stemmed from her. And what of that 33

  strange resemblance to Kate Paine. No, not Kate Paine, Madeleine.

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  Not Kate Paine . . .

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  That associate, Kate Paine. You hired her, didn’t you? Just look at 2

 

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