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The wine arrived； and the scampi cooled。 She ate it slowly and drank her wine。 Kay searched for less sensitive areas。
〃Lamar said Mitch went to the Caymans last month。〃
〃Yes。 He and Avery were there for three days。 Strictly business； or so he says。 Have you been there？〃
〃Every year。 It's a beautiful place with gorgeous beaches and warm water。 We go in June of each year； when school is out。 owns two huge condos right on the beach。〃
〃Mitch wants to vacation there in March； during my spring break。〃
〃You need to。 Before we had kids； we did nothing but lie on the beach； drink rum and have sex。 That's one reason furnishes the condos and； if you're lucky； the airplane。 They work hard； but they appreciate the need for leisure。〃
〃Don't mention to me； Kay。 I don't want to hear about what they like or dislike； or what they do or don't do； or what they encourage or discourage。〃
〃It'll get better； Abby。 I promise。 You must understand that your husband and my husband are both very good lawyers； but they could not earn this kind of money anywhere else。 And you and I would be driving new Buicks instead of new Peugeots and Mercedes…Benzes。〃
Abby cut a shrimp in half and rolled it through the butter and garlic。 She stabbed a portion with a fork； then pushed her plate away。 The wineglass was empty。 〃I know； Kay； I know。 But there is a hell of a lot more to life than a big yard and a Peugeot。 No one around here seems to…be aware of that。 I swear； I think we were happier living in a two…room student apartment in Cambridge。〃
〃You've only been here a few months。 Mitch will slow down eventually； and you'll get into your routine。 Before long there will be little McDeeres running around the backyard； and before you know it； Mitch will be a partner。 Believe me； Abby； things will get much better。 You're going through a period we've all been through； and we made it。〃
〃Thanks； Kay； I certainly hope you're right。〃
The park was a small one； two or three acres on a bluff above the river。 A row of cannons and two bronze statues memorialized those brave Confederates who had fought to save the river and the city。 Under the monument to a general and his horse a wino tucked himself away。 His cardboard box and ragged quilt provided little shelter from the bitter cold and the tiny pellets of frozen rain。 Fifty yards below； the evening traffic rushed along Riverside Drive。 It was dark。
Mitch walked to the row of cannons and stood gazing at the river and the bridges leading to Arkansas。 He zipped his raincoat and flipped the collar around his ears。 He looked at his watch。 He waited。
The Bendini Building was almost visible six blocks away。 He had parked in a garage in midtown and taken a taxi back to the river。 He was sure he had not been followed。 He waited。
The icy wind blowing up from the river reddened his face and reminded him of the winters hi Kentucky after his parents were gone。 Cold； bitter winters。 Lonely； desolate winters。 He had worn someone else's coats； passed down from a cousin or a friend； and they had never been heavy enough。 Secondhand clothes。 He dismissed those thoughts。
The frozen rain turned to sleet and the tiny pieces of ice stuck in his hair and bounced on the sidewalk around him。 He looked at his watch。
There were footsteps and a figure in a hurry walking toward the cannons。 Whoever it was stopped； then approached slowly。
〃Mitch？〃 It was Eddie Lomax； dressed in jeans and a full…length rabbit coat。 With his thick mustache and white cowboy hat he looked like an ad for a cigarette。 The Marlboro Man。
〃Yeah； it's me。〃
Lomax walked closer； to the other side of the cannon。 They stood like Confederate sentries watching the river。
〃Have you been followed？〃 Mitch asked。
〃No； I don't think so。 You？〃
〃No。〃
Mitch stared at the traffic on Riverside Drive； and beyond； to the river。 Lomax thrust his hands deep into his pockets。 〃You talked to Ray； lately？〃 Lomax asked。
〃No。〃 The answer was short； as if to say； 〃I'm not standing here in the sleet to chitchat。〃
〃What'd you find？〃 Mitch asked； without looking。
Lomax lit a cigarette； and now he was the Marlboro Man。 〃On the three lawyers； I found a little info。 Alice Knauss was killed in a car wreck in 1977。 Police report said she was hit by a drunk driver； but oddly enough； no such driver was ever found。 The wreck happened around midnight on a Wednesday。 She had worked late down at the office and was driving home。 She lived out east； in Sycamore View； and about a mile from her condo she gets hit head…on by a one…ton pickup。 Happened on New London Road。 She was driving a fancy little Fiat and it was blown to pieces。 No witnesses。 When the cops got there； the truck was empty。 No sign of a driver。 They ran the plates and found that the truck had been stolen in St。 Louis three days earlier。 No fingerprints or nothing。〃
〃They dusted for prints？〃
〃Yeah。 I know the investigator who handled it。 They were suspicious but had zero to go on。 There was a broken bottle of whiskey on the floorboard； so they blamed it on a drunk driver and closed the file。〃
〃Autopsy？〃
〃No。 It was pretty obvious how she died。〃
〃Sounds suspicious。〃
〃Very much so。 All three of them are suspicious。 Robert Lamm was the deer hunter in Arkansas。 He and some friends had a deer camp in Izard County in the Ozarks。 They went over two or three times a year during the season。 After a morning in the woods； everyone returned to the cabin but Lamm。 They searched for two weeks and found him in a ravine； partially covered with leaves。 He had been shot once through the head； and that's about all they know。 They ruled out suicide； but there was simply no evidence to begin an investigation。〃
〃So he was murdered？〃
〃Apparently so。 Autopsy showed an entry at the base of the skull and an exit wound that removed most of his face。 Suicide would have been impossible。〃
〃It could have been an accident。〃
〃Possibly。 He could have caught a bullet intended for a deer； but it's unlikely。 He was found a good distance from the camp； in an area seldom used by hunters。 His friends said they neither heard nor saw other hunters the morning he disappeared。 I talked to the sheriff； who is now the ex…sheriff； and he's convinced it was murder。 He claims there was evidence that the body had been covered intentionally。〃
〃Is that all？〃
〃Yeah； on Lamm；〃
〃What about Mickel？〃
〃Pretty sad。 He mitted suicide in 1984 at the age of thirty…four。 Shot himself in the right temple with a Smith & Wesson 。357。 He left a lengthy farewell letter in which he told his ex…wife he hoped she would forgive him and all that crap。 Said goodbye to the kids and his mother。 Real touching。〃
〃Was it in his handwriting？〃
〃Not exactly。 It was typed； which was not unusual； because he typed a good bit。 He had an IBM Selectric in his office； and the letter came from it。 He had a terrible handwriting。〃
〃So what's suspicious？〃
〃The gun。 He never bought a gun in his life。 No one knows where it came from。 No registration； no serial number； nothing。 One of his friends in allegedly said something to the effect