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so desperate to sell. He told me ... he said he had made up his mind to
disappear again, but before he went, he was going to sign over his half
interest in it. Sign it over not to his brother, but to me."
"What?"
"Yes. Can you imagine? It wasn't enough to confound and rob his brother, he
had to do it in a way that would take over my life, as well. The property was
worth four or five million dollars, he told me. It is not possible to own that
much money,-he wanted it to own me."
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"What was your response?"
"I was angry . . . very angry. I thought... I had hoped that after more than
a year of working with him, he would begin to grow, to let go of his
wickedness. Instead, it had grown within him. I was so incensed, I shouted
some words at him and then walked away from him. In fact, it took me so long
to calm myself that I forgot about Joel. He had waited and then left. I had to
walk and thumb rides across the Bay."
"But you didn't actually see Thomas Darcy?"
"Oh yes, I did. He was sitting in a car parked along Kennedy Drive, reading a
map. He didn't see me, I don't think, but I saw him. I might not have
recognized him, because he'd grown a beard, but I saw his distinctive hands on
the map, and after all, he was on my mind, since John had just told me that he
was going to meet him."
"What kind of car was he in?"
"It was not the one John had described. This one was small, white, ordinary.
New-looking."
A typical rental car, Kate thought, writing the description on her pad.
"I suggest, Dr. Sawyer," said Hawkin evenly, "that it is fortunate for you
that Thomas Darcy did not notice you."
Sawyer held up his left hand, rubbed his thumb on the indentation carved
there by his ring, which now lay in an envelope in the property clerk's
basement room, and shook his head slowly. "Poor, poor Beatrice. A queen among
women. She saw him. She must have."
"Not that day. Earlier, when he drove his own car out from Texas, then she
saw him. The rest was Thomas Darcy's guilty imagination, reading too much into
her words."
"Did she suffer?"
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"I don't think so. The same as John, a hard, fast blow to the skull,
immediate unconsciousness, and then death."
"Poor child. So pointless. Will she have a funeral?"
Hawkin was taken aback at this unexpected question. "I really don't know. It
depends on whether or not someone claims the body. The city doesn't pay for
elaborate funerals."
"She had no family left. I will perform the ceremony."
"We'll have to see about that."
"I can raise whatever money is required, Inspector Hawkin. And although I
suppose my license has expired, back in another lifetime I was once an
ordained priest."
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Late that night, Kate went up to the sixth-floor jail and stood outside David
Sawyer's cell. He was on his knees on the hard floor, his hands loosely
clasped, and he looked up when she appeared. A smile came into his eyes and
his face, and he got to his feet.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you," she said.
"Dear Kate. What a pleasure to say your name, Inspector Martinelli. Names are
one of the few pleasures I have longed for. I was not praying. I don't seem to
be able to pray, but going through the motions is calming. What can I do for
you?"
"I just wanted to say thank you, for today. I know what it cost you. Or at
least I can begin to guess."
"Had the payment been made a month ago, a life would have been saved. No cost
would be too great, were it to change that."
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"I've often thought how nice it would be if we could know the future," Kate
said, and realized with surprise that she was now comforting him. The thought
reached him at the same time, and he gave her a crooked smile. Then he did a
strange thing: He put his right hand out through the bars and, with his
fingers resting in the hair above her temple, he traced a cross with his thumb
onto the skin of her forehead.
"Absolvo te,Kate Martinelli," he said. "What you and your partner did was
both necessary and right. No apology is due." For a moment, he rested his
entire hand, warm and heavy, on the top of her head, then retrieved it and
stepped back from the bars. "Good night, Kate Martinelli. I hope you sleep
well."
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