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'No。'
'That's good to hear。'
She winked at me。 I had brought Wesley in here before。
She picked out six jumbo shrimp； peeled and deveined； and wrapped them。 Then she set a jar of her homemade cocktail sauce on the counter by the cash register。
'I got a little carried away with the horseradish；' she said； 'so it will make your eyes water； but it's good。' She began ringing up my purchases。 'You sauté the shrimp so quick their butts barely hit the pan； got it？ Chill 'em； and have that as an appetizer。 By the way； those and the sauce are on the house。'
'You don't need to 。 。 。'
She waved me off。 'As for the crab； honey； listen up。 One egg slightly beaten； one…half teaspoon dry mustard； a dash or two of Worcestershire sauce； four unsalted soda crackers； crushed。 Chop up an onion； a Vidalia if you're still hoarding any from summer。 One green pepper； chop that。 A teaspoon or two of parsley； salt and pepper to taste。'
'Sounds fabulous；' I gratefully said。 'Bev； what would I do without you？'
'Now you gently mix all that together and shape it into patties。' She made the motion with her hands。 'Sauté in oil over medium heat until lightly browned。 Maybe fix him a salad or get some of my slaw；' she said。 'And that's as much as I would fuss over any man。'
It was as much as I did。 I got started as soon as I got home； and shrimp were chilling by the time I turned on music and climbed into a bath。 I poured in aromatherapy salts that were supposed to reduce stress； and shut my eyes as steam carried soothing scents into my sinuses and pores。 I thought about Wingo； and my heart ached and seemed to lose its rhythm like a bird in distress。 For a while； I cried。 He had started out with me in this city； then left to go back to school。 Now he was back and dying。 I could not bear it。
At seven P。M。； I was in the kitchen again； and Wesley； always punctual； eased his silver BMW into my drive。 He was still in the suit he had been wearing earlier； and he had a bottle of Cakebread chardonnay in one hand； and a fifth of Black Bush Irish whiskey in the other。 The rain； at last； had stopped； clouds marching on to other fronts。
'Hi；' he said when I opened the door。
'You profiled the weather right。' I kissed him。
'They don't pay me this much money for nothing。'
'The money es from your family。' I smiled as he followed me in。 'I know what the Bureau pays you。'
'If I was as smart with money as you are； I wouldn't need it from my family。'
In my great room was a bar； and I went behind it because I knew what he wanted。
'Black Bush？' I made sure。
'If you're serving it。 Fine pusher that you are； you've managed to get me hooked。'
'As long as you bootleg it from D。C。； I'll serve it any time you like；' I said。
I fixed our drinks on the rocks with a splash of seltzer water。 Then we went into the kitchen and sat at a cozy table by an expansive window overlooking my wooded yard and the river。 I wished I could tell him about Wingo and how it felt for me。 But I could not break a confidence。
'Can I bring up a little business first？' Wesley took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of a chair。
'I have some； too。'
'You first。' He sipped his drink； his eyes on mine。
I told him what had been leaked to the press； adding； 'Ring's a problem that's only getting worse。'
'If he's the one； and I'm not saying he is or isn't。 The difficulty's getting proof。'
'There's no doubt in my mind。'
'Kay； that's not good enough。 We can't just throw someone out of an investigation based on our intuition。'
'Marino's heard rumors that Ring's having an affair with a well…known local broadcaster；' I then said。 'She's with the same station that had the misinformation about the case； about the victim being Asian。'
He was silent。 I knew he was thinking about proof again； and he was right。 This all sounded circumstantial even as I said it。
Then he said； 'This guy's very smart。 Are you aware of his background？'
'I know nothing about him；' I replied。
'Graduated with honors from William and Mary； double major in psychology and public administration。 His uncle is the secretary of public safety。' He piled worse news upon bad。 'Harlow Dershin； who's an honorable guy； by the way。 But it goes without saying this is not a good situation for making accusations unless you're one hundred percent damn sure of yourself。'
The secretary of public safety for Virginia was the immediate boss of the superintendent of the state police。 Ring's uncle couldn't have been more powerful unless he had been the governor。
'So what you're saying is that Ring's untouchable；' I said。
'What I'm saying is； his educational background makes it clear he has high aspirations。 Guys like him are looking to be a chief； a missioner； a politician。 They're not interested in being a cop。'
'Guys like him are interested only in themselves；' I impatiently said。 'Ring doesn't give a damn about the victims or the people left behind who have no idea what has happened to their loved one。 He doesn't care if someone else gets killed。'
'Proof；' he reminded me。 'To be fair； there are a lot of people including those working at the landfill who could have leaked information to the press。'
I had no good argument； but nothing would shake me loose from my suspicions。
'What's important is breaking these cases；' he went on to say； 'and the best way to do that is for all of us to go about our business and ignore him； just like Marino and Grigg are doing。 Follow every lead we can； steering around the impediments。' His eyes were almost amber in the overhead light； and soft when they met mine。
I pushed back my chair。 'We need to set the table。'
He got out dishes and opened wine as I arranged chilled shrimp on plates and spooned Bev's Kicked By A Horse Cocktail Sauce into a bowl。 I halved lemons and wrapped them in gauze diapers； and fashioned crab cakes。 Wesley and I ate shrimp cocktail as night drew closer and cast its shadow over the east。
'I've missed this；' he said。 'Maybe you don't want to hear it； but it's true。'
I did not say anything because I did not want to get into another big discussion that went on for hours； leaving both of us drained。
'Anyway。' He set his fork on his plate the way polite people do when they are finished。 'Thank you。 I have missed you； Dr Scarpetta。' He smiled。
'I'm glad you're here； Special Agent Wesley。'
I smiled back at him as I got up。 Turning on the stove； I heated oil in a pan while he cleared dishes。
'I want to tell you what I thought of the photograph that was sent to you；'' he said。 'First； we need to establish that it is； in fact； of the victim you worked on today。'
'I'm going to establish that on Monday。'
'Assuming it is；' he went on； 'this is a very dramatic shift in the killer's M。O。'
'That and everything else。' Crab cakes went into the pan and began to sizzle。
'Right；' he said； serving coleslaw。 'It's very blatant this time； as if he's really trying to rub our noses in it。 And； of course； the victimology's all wrong； too。 That looks great；' he added； watching what I was cooking。
When we were seated again； I said with confidence； 'Benton； this is not the same guy。'
He hesitated before replying； 'I don't think it is； either； if you want to know the truth。 But I'm not prepared to rule him out。 We don't know what games he might be into now。'
I was feeling the frustration again。 Nothing could be proven； but my intuition； my instincts； were screaming at me。
'Well； I don't think this murdered old woman has anything to do with the earlier cases from here or Ireland。 Someone just wants us to assume she does。 I think what we're dealing with is a copycat。'
'We'll get into it with everybody。 Thursday。 I think that's the date we set。' He tasted a crab cake。 'This is really incredibly good。 Wow。' His eyes watered。 'Now that's cocktail sauce。'
'Staging。 Disguising a crime that was mitted for some other reason；' I said。 'And don't give me too much credit。 This was Bev's recipe。'
'The photograph bothers me；' he said。
'You and me both。'
'I've talked to Lucy about it；' he said。
Now he really had my interest。
'You tell me when you want her here。' He reached for his wine。
'The sooner the better。' I paused； adding； 'How is she doing？ I know what she tells me； but I'd like to hear it from you。'
I remembered we needed water； and got up for it。 When I returned； he was quietly staring at me。 Sometimes it was hard for me to look at his face； and my emotions began clashing like instruments out of tune。 I loved his chiseled nose with its clean straight bridge； his eyes； which could draw me into depths I had never known and his mouth with its sensuous lower lip。 I looked out the window； and could not see the river anymore。
'Lucy；' I reminded him。 'How about a performance evaluation for her aunt？'
'No one's sorry we hired her；' he dryly said of someone we all knew was a genius。 'Or maybe that's the understatement of the century。 She's simply terrific。 Most of the agents have e to respect her。 They want her around。 I'm not saying there aren't problems。 Not everybody appreciates having a woman on HRT。'
'I continue to worry that she'll try to push it too far；' I said。
'Well； she's fit as hell。 That's for sure。 No way I'd take her on。'
'That's what I mean。 She wants to keep up with them； when it really isn't possible。 You know how she is。' I gave him my eyes again。 'She's always got to prove herself。 If the guys are fast…roping and running through the mountains wearing sixty…pound packs； she thinks she's got to keep up； when she should just be content with her technical abilities； her robots and all the rest of it。'
'You're missing her biggest motivation； her biggest demon；' he said。
'What？'
'You。 She feels she has to prove herself to you； Kay。'
'She has no reason to feel that way。' What he said was piercing。 'I don't want to feel I'm the reason she takes her life into her hands with all of these dangerous things she feels she must do。'
'This is not about blame；' he said； getting up from the table。 'This is about human nature。 Lucy worships you。 You're the only decent mother figure she's ever had。 She wants to be like you； and she feels people pare her to you； and that's a pretty big act to follow。 She wants you to admire her； too； Kay。'
'I do admire her； for God's sake。' I got up； too； and we began clearing dishes。 'Now you really have me worried。' He began rinsing； and I loaded the dishwasher。
'You probably should worry。' He glanced at me。 'I will tell you this； she's one of these perfectionists who won't listen to anyone。 Other than you； she's the most stubborn human being I've ever e across。'
'Thanks a lot。'
He smiled and put his arms around me； not caring that his hands were wet。 'Can we sit and talk for a while？' he said； his face； his body close to mine。 'Then I've got to hit the road。'
'And after that？'
'I'm going to talk to Marino in the morning； and in the afternoon I've got another case ing in。 From Arizona。 I know it's Sunday； but it can't wait。'
He continued talking as we carried our wine into the great room。
'A twelve…year…old girl abducted on her way home from school； body dumped in the Sonora desert；' he said。 'We think this guy's already killed three other kids。'
'It's hard to feel very optimistic； isn't it；' I said bitterly as we sat on the couch。 'It never stops。'
'No；' he replied。 'And I'm afraid it never will。 As long as there are people on the planet。 What are you going to do with what's left of the weekend？'
'Paperwork。'
One side of my great room was sliding glass doors； and beyond； my neighborhood was black with a full moon that looked like gold； clouds gauzy and drifting。
'Why are you so angry with me？' His voice was gentle； but he let me know his hurt。
'I don't know。' I would not look at him。
'You do know。' He took my hand and began to rub it with his thumb。 'I love your hands。 They look like a pianist's； only stronger。 As if what you do is an art。'
'It is；' I simply said； and he often talked about my hands。 'I think you have a fetish。 As a profiler； that should concern you。'
He laughed； kissing knuckles； fingers； the way he often did。 'Believe me； I have a fetish for more than your hand