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"It wasn’t stupid Helena was an idiot As long as everything went sation roo, would’ve lied and said it was all one to prison for the rest of my life No, Madison I’m sorry you were so instrumental in uessed You know things you’re not supposed to know You…well, it’s your fault Yours and that fed’s Who the hell knew Eddie wouldn’t believe the cops, that he wouldn’t accept as obvious? Involving you and the da "Finding the dead"

"That’s right, Bailey I talk to the dead," she told him

"Good You’ll have friends to talk to"

"Why did you do this?" she asked hieance! They seem to think the new Sa to be such a brilliant piece of work! They don’t care--just like they didn’t care back then!--that a man died Murdered I heard the ruht justice So, when you can’t get justice, you’ve got to get soeance You still don’t understand? I was pretty sure your G- close to the truth Pete Krakowski Yeah, he was killed on the set I knew the truth, you see The wiring was faulty because of the effects they were using--they’d wired thewas loose, and the power shot through Krakowski I call that murder!" Bailey’s eyes never left her "He was in love with randmother They should’ve been married, and if they had been, she would’ve seen that his death was avenged This place should’ve been ot nothing but directions to the soup kitchen People whispered about it being murder, and that it was Claymore’s fault They didn’t let Pete live to divorce his wretched, whining wife and ed him She would’ve taken the studio for all it orth And it should’ve been uard desk all these years--yes, sir, no, sir, can I help you, sir--no, I shouldn’t have been Alistair needed to go to jail, because Eddie needed to knohat it was to lose everything"

"Bailey, that is theI’ve ever heard!" Madison said "Alistair is just an honestly nice youngto anyone And Eddie was loyal to you" She stared at hiry "Eddie isn’t a Claymore--"

"Not a Claymore, no But you knoould’ve been next? When Alistair was on his way to jail? Oliver Marshall, that bastard I would have gotten to him And Eddie’s whore of an ex-wife Benita Lowe--the bitch who badmouths her own blood"

Madison suddenly realized that he’d planned more, so much more…

"I don’t understand how you did all this You were on duty But you--not Helena--killed Jenny Helena ht? You weren’t on camera because you’re the one as trusted to watch the cameras There was a ti from the clock in the workrooyptian priest’s cape Helena had gotten you the key to the base you inforossip, and she knew that Jenny was co to see him Then she h the tunnels--into the cemetery Meanwhile, you’d taken care of theit in the canopic jar" Madison took a deep breath "You know the system so well, you could freeze all the tapes at exactly the same time--so perfectly that not even a forensic expert could tell what you’d done--and back them up so no one ever knew you’d left your position You did that in the video room behind the desk, then ran around to the front--and there you were, Alistair’s syained consciousness and ca for you"

"It was still a locked-room mystery, Madison It should have stayed that way," Bailey said

She was startled when she heard another voice, one she hadn’t expected

"Keep hi, kid We’re here We’ll help you e can--e figure out hoe can"

"Thanks, Bogie," she whispered He was there; her resident ghost hadas a toy poodle, was standing slightly behind him They were in the Casablanca exhibit

"What?" Bailey said

She’d unnerved him, and she hadn’t even done it intentionally Maybe he was feeling the cold so sensation of another presence that seemed to raise the hair on a person’s neck

Bailey turned It wasn’t enough for her to make an escape, but he turned

He stared back at her "What are you up to?"

"Bogie is here You know--Huart I told you I talk to the dead And Jenny’s here Jenny Henderson The girl you killed"

"That’s not true! It’s tio down, but you’re going doith me"

He took a step toward her She ju behind the mannequin of Sam Stone When Bailey tried to reach her, she thrust the hted hius, ready to shove that in his direction next

But before she could do so, theout of the Casablanca exhibit It didn’t go far, but it hit the ground, surprising Bailey He drew his gun and shot at it She counted the shots She didn’t know anything about guns How many bullets did he have?

"What the hell? Who’s there?" he de toward hiain

And then he turned the gun on Madison She screa

A bullet…a clean kill…better than a knife across her throat?