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It was the saes of the books left at the houses of the arson victims

“Requiescat in legu out the syllables “Rest in what?”

Rich wasn’t listening to me

“This map on Atkinson’s computer,” he said “He’s starred San Francisco, Palo Alto, Monterey Unreal Look at this! Photos of the houses they burned down This is evidence, Lindsay This is frickin’ evidence”

It was

I peered over Conklin’s shoulders as he opened Web pages, scanned research on each of the victi the napinned to the corkboard and was able to grab Rich’s attention

“Requiescat in leguain

Rich ca of a couple who ht be the Atkinsons He read the caption

“Leguuetable? Like beans and peas?”

“Peas?” I yelled “Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!”

“What?” Conklin asked me “What is it?”

I hollered out to Jacobi, orking the rest of the house with the sheriff’s department With Conklin and Jacobi behind me, I found the stairs to the basee

I opened the lid and cool air puffed out

“Requiescat in leguminibus,” I said “Rest in peas”

I started etables aside until I saoman’s face