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"You did at that"

"But," he went on, "there's an easy way to do that, and it's done all the time, and not necessarily to defraud an insurance coet in your car and drive into a bridge abutes, but the conventional wisdole-car accidents are nothing but suicide, whether preplanned or spontaneous It's a foolproofburied with the full rites of the Catholic church, and it would be just as effective in getting double payht of the earnest lady from the Hemlock Society "And for city dwellers who don't have cars-"

"There's always the subway You lose your balance and fall in front of it Here's the kicker, though Say you're determined to make it look like murder Unless your na to turn it into a fucking locked room murder, are you? Because that's what this is The security's so tight, between the bodyguards and the burglar alarot in there to drop the poison in It's so obviously impossible that half the city's convinced Adrian must have done it himself, which is just what he's supposed to have attempted to conceal Does that make any sense to you?"

"Wherever Adrian is now," I said, "if he needs an attorney, I think he ought to pick a guy nah, wouldn't you say? Makes no sense"

"I agree"

"Well, let e was terle policy with a double-inde, but I wasn't entirely convinced I'd seen too s to rule out any act by a hurounds that it didn't make sense

Meanwhile, there was still Will to be considered Even if Adrian Whitfield had died by his own hand, you had to give Will an assist at the very least One coluued, perhaps facetiously, that the anony et out there and kill his first three victier at nueted by Will, they were struck doith no effort on his part, Rashid by an eneates, Whitfield by an even more intimate enemy, the one who lived within his own skin

"Pretty soon he won't even have to write letters," Denis Hahts in private, and the bad guys'll be dropping like flies"

Funny, I thought, that we hadn't heard fro I was up before Elaine, and I had breakfast on the table when she got out of the shower "Great cantaloupe," she pronounced "Much better than yesterday"

"It's the other half of the one we had yesterday," I said

"Oh," she said "I guess it's the preparation"

"I put it on a plate," I said, "and I set it in front of you"

"Yes, that's just what you did, you old bear And nobody could have done it better, either"

"It's all in the wrist"

"Must be"

"Combined with a sort of Zen approach," I said "I was concentrating on so else while I just let breakfast happen"

"Concentrating on what?"

"On a dream I can't remember"

"You hardly ever remember your drea that there was so to tell me, and it seemed to me it was a dream I'd had before In fact-"

"Yes?"

"Well, I have the sense of having been drea this dream a lot lately"

"The same dream"

"I think so"

"Which you can't remember"

"It had a familiarity to it," I said, "as if I'd been there before I don't know if it's the sa about the sa very earnest and trying to tell one"

"Like a puff of smoke"

"Sort of"

"Like your lap when you stand up"

"Well…"

"Who is he?"

"That's the problem," I said "I don't remember who he is, and no "

"Huh?"

She rose, moved to stand behind ers "There's nothing to remember," she said "Just ease up So don't try to remember Just answer the question Who'd you dreaine Adrian Whitfield"

"It wasn't Adrian Whitfield"

"Of course it wasn't Iine Vollman"

"Who?"

"The one who killed those kids"

"Volline hiine hiine Ray Gruliow"

"I didn't drea to work I appreciate what you're trying to do-"

"I know you do"

"But it's not going to work"

"I know Can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"I suppose so"