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Savich didn’t say anything to that He looked aishing things could be different, but, of course, they weren’t He said finally, "Did you know that one summer when she was about twelve years old she supposedly let her younger brother drown?"
Ra his head "No," he said, "oh no I can’t believe that, Savich That’s not at all like her"
"I’m sorry Sherlock discovered it in fifteen-year-old records I’ that wasn’t her business, but Sherlock is a professional to her fingertips She looks at everything"
"I have no proble out my birthmark if she thinks it’s relevant to this case, but I’ with Molly’s brother, it had to be an accident Molly could never just watch her own flesh and blood die No way And that includes that son-of-a-bitch father of hers"
Savich shrugged "There was an investigation, of course, but the results were inconclusive The general belief at the tier brother because Daddy made it clear he was the favorite, the heir, the only one worth anything You told hter Maybe you’re right, maybe that’s one reason he married Eve He wants another boy child
"Mason and his first wife, Alicia, were divorced when Molly was around eight years old and her brother was six," Savich continued "She ith the mother back to her mother’s home in Italy and the boy stayed with the father Molly was visiting here one suhteen, she went to Vassar She left after a year and moved in here with her father
"You can’t just dismiss it out of hand, Ramsey Molly Santera has a past She may have been innocent, but you know there was a question about it We can’t afford just to ignore it"
Ra to do with E?"
"No, I don’t believe that But how about Louey’s et after all?"
Ramsey said, "Listen, she divorced his worthless ass There was no reason to kill him Besides, she couldn’t have known that he would try to escape It was a spontaneous thing; Louey just lost it and ran"
Savich rose to stand facing Ra to kill him? What if she told him he’d best clear out and he could take the Mercedes that Gunther had just brought it up? Isn’t that possible? Just think about it, Ra Don’t sweep it under the rug because you happen to admire the lady, just because you think her hair’s cool"
Raainst his chest It made his back ache even e of character He’d seen Molly in crunch situations She hadn’t faltered, hadn’t broken, hadn’t flipped out He said aloud, "She would have no clue how to fashion a bomb That th of tihter, but ht about her You really seeh it’s only been for a short tihed, and rubbed the back of his neck "What better person to bring someone onto the estate in secret? And how do you know she wouldn’t kno to rig a bomb?"
Ramsey just stared at him He shook his head Then he turned and walked away His back was throbbing
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THE NIGHT WAS dark with thick clouds hanging low, the air heavy with co flowers Ra the covers with hi the pillow on the floor soain, his left arm over his head Then, suddenly, he was thrust into a dark rooes, voices that overlapped one another, growing louder and louder Suddenly the rooes sharp He was in his courtroos straight out, his foot kicking the se across the oak floor He heard the snap of the e, saw the wild pain in his eyes Then he saw terror and panic, saw hiun even as he held his broken arain, with a back-fist punch to his ribs that sent hi people filled his mind A second man whirled around to face him, the se up to twist his hips as he parried, seizing the man’s wrist so he wasn’t in the line of fire With his free hand he went after the , hearing his gun slah and loud They went on and on, filling the courtroo into his brain He saw the thirdaround in a slow, very precise istered in his brain, saw hi the shoulder of one of the defense tea man in a pristine white shirt that was instantly shredded and soaked red The force of the bullet flung hiainst three women ere cowered down in the first row of spectators The man turned back to him, his eyes filled with panic and death Ramsey felt the heat of a bullet as it passed an inch fro it even as he lay on his side, and pulled the trigger He saw the ainst the wainscotting The screarew louder and louder