wrong with Linda Morris. Her abstraction. Her slovenliness. Her 6
flagrant efforts to seduce. Kate pictured her in Epstein’s office, pag-7
ing through the draft complaint. The provocative clothing. The 8
little-girl voice. It all seemed to go together.
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Moving her legs in time with the music, Kate tried to think of 10
other things. But what was Morris doing here? WideWorld was way 11
across town. Of course, it could just be a coincidence. Mercury was, 12
after all, a popular gym. And the fact that Morris was here midday?
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That, too, could be explained. She might be taking a vacation. Or 14
some well-deserved comp time.
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Another furtive glance at Morris; another surge of disgust. Puz-16
zled, Kate tried to figure out why she reacted to Morris so strongly.
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It wasn’t just Morris’s ties to Thorpe, though certainly that played 18
a role. Was it just that she was a control freak? That she wanted 19
everyone to be like her? Or maybe it was some unconscious con-20
flict, a collision of opposites. Kate thought about an article Tara 21
had written about the concept of the human shadow. About how 22
people react most strongly to traits they reject in themselves. She 23
gave that idea a few seconds of thought before pushing it out of her 24
mind. She was nothing like Linda Morris.
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Really, nothing at all.
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Kate returned to her office balancing a cardboard tray. Her phone 29
was ringing. Jennifer was nowhere in sight. Lunging forward, Kate 30
grabbed the receiver.
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“Kate? It’s Douglas. Douglas Macauley.”
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“Oh . . . , hi!” Kate felt instantly guilty. The day of Madeleine’s 33
funeral, Douglas had left a message. She’d never returned his call.
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tuna sandwich, he chatted amiably. He’d just finished a story about 2
some work project when the words abruptly stopped. “I’m going on 3
and on,” he said. “I always do that when I’m nervous. Anyway, I’ve 4
been thinking of you. How are you holding up?”
5
Kate opened her mouth, but no words came out. What could 6
she really say? I was sort of raped two nights ago by a client, and I still 7
haven’t decided what to do. Some unknown person left a strange photo 8
on my desk that may be connected to a murder. My best friend from law 9
school has a new girlfriend, and I can’t seem to deal with it at all.
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“Kate?”
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“Oh . . . the usual,” she said lamely.
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An awkward pause. Of course, Douglas knew about Madeleine’s 13
death. He knew Kate was shutting him out.
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“So,” he finally said. “I was wondering if you’d like to get to-15
gether this weekend. Maybe we could —”
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“I’m afraid I’m tied up.” Before Kate could think, the words were 17
out.
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“That’s too bad. Well, maybe sometime early next week we 19
could —”
20
“It’s hard to say. Things are really hectic right now. Why don’t I 21
give you a call?”
22
“Okay. Sure.”
23
Kate could hear the doubt in his voice. She moved quickly to 24
end the conversation. “Listen, I have to take another call. But I’ll 25
talk to you soon.” Liar. “Take care.”
26
Kate hung up the telephone receiver. She was suddenly starved.
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She ripped the rest of the plastic off her sandwich and took a large 28
bite. As she chewed, she stared out the window. She hadn’t 29
planned to turn down Douglas’s invitation, hadn’t planned what to 30
say when he called. But now that it was done, she felt relieved. As 31
if she’d crossed something off a to-do list.
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Kate made quick work of her sandwich, then turned her atten-33
tion to work. To the memo she still owed Peyton. The law of sex-ort 34
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The man who practically raped you? For a moment, emotions welled 1
up inside, but she quickly reined them in. After all, this was her 2
job. The memo still had to get done. She wasn’t doing this for 3
Thorpe. She was doing it for Samson & Mills. She was doing it for 4
herself, to protect her own career. She’d lost so much already; she 5
couldn’t lose this as well. Without her work, who would she be?
6
There was Thorpe the client, and Thorpe the man. She had to 7
keep the two things separate.
8
Pulling open her top right-hand drawer, Kate reached for a pen.
9
She was shutting the drawer when it struck her that something was 10
wrong. The cassette tape from Madeleine’s office. She was sure that 11
she’d put it here. But now it was nowhere in sight. Kate yanked the 12
drawer open wide and quickly searched its contents. Then, de-13
feated, she closed the drawer and slumped down in her chair.
14
How could she have lost the tape? It just wasn’t possible. She’d put 15
the tape there; she knew it. But could she possibly be confused?
16
Perhaps she’d put the tape in her left-hand drawer, along with 17
Thorpe’s engraved cuff link. She dug the key from her purse and 18
quickly unlocked the drawer. The cuff link was still there, safe in the 19
envelope where she’d left it. But there was no sign of the cassette.
20
Biting her lip, Kate closed and locked the drawer. It made no 21
sense. How could something as solid as a cassette tape just vanish 22
into thin air? And how would she explain its disappearance to 23
Mills? Her job could be on the line.
24
For long moments, she sat immobile, her thoughts churning 25
hopelessly. Then, with a jerk, she sat up straight. She knew exactly 26
where the tape had gone.
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Chuck Thorpe.
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Only three days to go.
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Nervously, like a caged animal, he paced the loft’s confines.
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Then he forced himself back to his desk, sat down. He’d been over 32
the plan hundreds of times just in the past week alone. And now 33
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up, felt its weight in his hand. A lovely object, a piece of art.
4
Silver-plated, with an ivory grip. He’d gone to great trouble to get 5
it back. Subjected himself to great risk. But in the end, it had all 6
been worth it. The gun was part of the plan.
7
January 16.
8
The same day that she had died.
9
While his plan had shifted over the years, the date had never 10
changed. It fell on a Saturday this year. At first, that had seemed a 11
tremendous problem, an obstacle he might not surmount. Then, in 12
a stroke of fortune, Samson had come to his aid. The firm’s annual 13
cocktail party had been rescheduled. Thanks to Madeleine’s death.
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Funny, how things had worked out.
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10:05 a.m. Kate had just arrived at work. As soon as she reached 3
her desk, she picked up the phone and dialed. Andrea picked up 4
right away.
5
“Where were you yesterday?” Kate demanded.
6
“Out sick. Flu.”
7
“I tried to reach you all day.”
8
“I had the phone unplugged. So I could sleep.” Andrea sounded 9
distracted.
10
“Are things okay?” Kate said. “You’re feeling better and all?”
11
“Oh, yeah. It was just a twenty-four-hour bug.” Andrea had put 12
her on speakerphone. Kate could hear the rustling of papers. “Lis-13
ten, I really have to get going. I had a bunch of documents dumped 14
on me this morning. They have to go out by five.”
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“How about a quick break for lunch?”
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“Sorry. Not with these boxes staring me in the face.”
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“Well . . . , call me when you come up for air. I really want to 2
talk to you about a couple of things.”
3
“Yeah, sure.”
4
Before Kate could reply, the phone went dead. For a moment, 5
she stared at the receiver, too surprised to do anything else. Work-6
related crises were a way of life at Samson & Mills, hardly an ex-7
cuse for freezing out friends. It was almost as if Andrea was angry.
8
But how could that be? They’d hardly seen each other since Mad-9
eleine’s memorial service, when everything had been just fine.
10
Briefly, Kate thought about calling back but decided to put it off.
11
Andrea was busy now. She’d wait until the end of the day.
12
Kate turned to the papers on her desk. Luckily for her, the 13
Thorpe complaint still hadn’t come in. If it had, Peyton would be 14
screaming for the memo. Now, she’d have time for one more pass.
15
She was just typing in a few last edits when the phone rang. Jen-16
nifer picked up the call. Seconds later, Kate’s intercom buzzed.
17
“It’s Peyton,” Jennifer whispered, as if he might somehow over-18
hear. “Do you want to take it?”
19
“Perfect timing,” Kate said. Finally something was going right.
20
“Go ahead and put him through.”
21
“I’ve got the memo for you,” she said, before Peyton could start 22
in. “How many copies do you need?”
23
“One to me and one to files,” Peyton said. “But I need mine 24
right away.”
25
“I’ll have Jennifer bring it up.”
26
“The meeting’s at two,” Peyton continued, “in Carter’s confer-27
ence room.”
28
Kate felt her stomach lurch. Just relax and try to enjoy it. Pictur-29
ing Chuck Thorpe across a conference table, she felt physically 30
sick. No, she just couldn’t do it, not before she’d talked to Mills.
31
“I . . . I’m not going to be able to make it.”
32
“Come again?” Peyton sounded nonplussed.
33
“I have a doctor’s appointment that . . . that I’d forgotten about.”
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“I see.” Peyton was clearly astonished. Nothing but an act of reg 35
God would have caused him to miss this meeting.
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“Is it something you could reschedule?” His voice was inscru-1
tably polite. “It’s rather an important meeting. You know, Holden 2
and all.”
3
“No, I . . . I can’t,” Kate said miserably. Three words that a Sam-4
son associate must never utter. However arduous the task, however 5
unreasonable the deadline, you were supposed to accept it and 6
smile.
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one might use in addressing someone very old or sick. Not the sort 9
of tone generally used with subordinates at Samson & Mills.
10
Maybe he thought she was dying.
11
“D’you think you could get me the memo before you leave? That 12
would be a big help.”
13
“Sure. I’ll send it right up.”
14
After hanging up the phone, Kate page-checked a copy of the 15
memo before buzzing Jennifer. “Could you come in here for a sec-16
ond? I need you to make two copies of a memo and take them to 17
Peyton Winslow.” I need you to. A locution common among senior 18
associates, one that Kate had always despised. It so clearly defined 19
the other person as a means to your ends. And here she was using 20
it herself.
21
But Jennifer didn’t seem to notice. “There’s something I need to 22
tell you,” she said. There was a note of conspiracy in her voice.
23
“Okay, but first get two copies of this to Peyton,” Kate said, pass-24
ing Jennifer the memo. “He needs them right away.”
25
Jennifer disappeared through the door.
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Kate looked at her watch. It was almost noon. It occurred to her 27
that if Mills hadn’t reached her yet, he probably wouldn’t be call-28
ing until after the WideWorld meeting. She felt a growing frustra-29
tion, a sense of helplessness. She hadn’t even had a chance to tell 30
Mills about the assault, let alone about Thorpe’s thef
t of the cas-31
sette. And now she had a new set of worries. Would Thorpe use her 32
absence from today’s meeting to launch a preemptive strike? Or 33
perhaps he’d already spoken to Mills, already moved to discredit her.
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How had Thorpe known about the tape? Could Thorpe have stum-2
bled on the drawer by chance? A lucky coincidence? No, it was too 3
far-fetched. There was only one explanation that made sense. The 4
information must have come from Mills.
5
Kate put a hand to her mouth. Her mind throbbed, as if on 6
emergency alert. Then, gradually, her pulse rate slowed as rational 7
thought resumed. Mills was a zealous lawyer, but he was also an 8
honest one. He’d never collude with Thorpe, not on something 9
like this. Just because Mills had told Thorpe about the tape didn’t 10
mean he was in on Thorpe’s scheme. Thorpe was, after all, the 11
client. Why shouldn’t Mills tell him about the tape? To the con-12
trary, it would have been strange had he not brought it up.
13
Jennifer appeared in the doorway.
14
“Did you get the memo to Peyton?”
15
“Did I?” Jennifer laughed. “He practically tore it out of my hand.
16
You’d have thought it was Playboy or something.”
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Or Catch, Kate thought.
18
“So do you have a second?” Jennifer asked.
19
“Um, sure,” Kate said, trying not to let her reluctance show.
20
“What’s up?”
21
Jennifer stepped inside and shut the door. Her eyes were bright.
22
“I’ve got some information for you,” she said proudly. “About 23
Martin Drescher, I mean.”
24
Kate looked at her, confused. She wasn’t sure what Jennifer 25
meant.
26
“You know,” Jennifer prodded. “About Drescher and Madeleine 27
Waters.”
28
“Oh, right!” It seemed ages since she’d encouraged Jennifer to 29
engage in this girl detective act. Chuck Thorpe’s attack had pretty 30
much wiped out other concerns. But Jennifer seemed so excited, so 31
eager to relate her findings.
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“So what did you learn?” Kate asked, trying to look like she 33
cared.
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“You won’t believe this,” Jennifer said. “But people are saying reg 35
that Madeleine Waters and Drescher had an affair. ”