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      “Almost nobody,” I said.

      “The crazed-killer thing still works,” Quirk said. “It happens.”

      “Husband checks out?”

      Quirk looked at me as if I’d asked him his sign.

      “How long you think I been doing this? Who do we think of first when a wife is killed?”

      “Cherchez la hubby,” I said.

      “Thank you,” Quirk said.

      “No problems between them?”

      “None that he’d mention.”

      “He doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

      “Says he doesn’t.”

      “She doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

      “Says she didn’t.”

      “You able to confirm that, as they say in the papers, independently?”

      “Cops aren’t independent,” Quirk said. “Hot dogs like yourself are independent.”

      “But you looked into it.”

      “Far as we could.”

      “How far is that?”

      Quirk shrugged.

      “These are powerful people,” Quirk said. “They have powerful friends. Everybody I ask says she was a candidate for sainthood. And he is a candidate for sainthood, and the kids are a couple of saintlettes. You push people like this only so far.”

      “Before what?”

      “Before the commissioner calls you.”

      “And tells you to desist?”

      “And tells me that unless I have hard evidence, I should not assume these people are lying.”

      “And you don’t have hard evidence.”

      “No.”

      “You think there’s something there?”

      Quirk shrugged.

      “That’s why you sent Tripp to me,” I said.

      “This wasn’t a Jamaican whore got smoked in some vacant lot, twenty miles from the Harvard Club,” Quirk said. “This is an upper-crust WASP broad got bludgeoned to death at one corner of Louisburg fucking Square for crissake. We got a U.S. Senator calling to follow up on our progress. I got a call from the Boston Archdiocese. Everybody says solve it, or leave it alone.”

      “Which isn’t the way to solve it,” I said.

      Again Quirk was silent.

      “The way to solve it is to muddle around in it and disrupt everybody’s lives and doubt everything everybody says and make a general pain in the ass of yourself.”

      Quirk nodded.

      “You can see why I thought of you,” he said.

      “So if Tripp doesn’t want this solved, why did he hire me?”

      “I think he wants it solved, but with his assumptions and on his terms,” Quirk said. “He thinks he can control you.”

      “Somebody ought to,” I said. “Any money to inherit?”

      “A small life insurance policy, probably covered the funeral.”

      “No mental illness?”

      “No.”

      “Kids?”

      “Son, Loudon, Junior, twenty-two, senior at Williams College. Daughter, Meredith, eighteen, freshman at Williams.”

      “They seem clean?”

      “American dream,” Quirk said. “Dean’s list for both of them. Son’s on the wrestling team, and the debating team. Daughter’s president of the drama club and a member of the student council, or whatever the fuck they call it at Williams.”

      “Any history on the kids that doesn’t jibe?”

      “Son had a few routine teenage scrapes. Nothing that matters. I’ll give you the file,” Quirk said.

      “You still got a guy on it?” I said.

      “Yeah, Lee Farrell,” Quirk said.

      “He’s new,” I said.

      “Yeah, and he’s gay.”

      “Young and gay,” I said.

      “I got no problem with it, long as he doesn’t kiss me. But command staff don’t like it much.”

      “So he gets the low-maintenance stuff.”

      “Yeah.”

      “He any good?”

      Quirk leaned back in his swivel chair and clasped his hands behind his back. The muscles in his upper arm swelled against the fabric of his jacket.

      “He might be,” Quirk said. “Hasn’t had a hell of a chance to prove it.”

      “Doesn’t get the choice assignments?”

      Quirk smiled without meaning anything by it.

      “They had to hire him, and they had to promote him. But they don’t have to use him.”

      “I’ll want to talk with Farrell.”

      “Sure,” Quirk said. “You and he will hit it right off.”

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      THE SPENSER NOVELS

      Sixkill

      Painted Ladies

      The Professional

      Rough Weather

      Now & Then

      Hundred-Dollar Baby

      School Days

      Cold Service

      Bad Business

      Back Story

      Widow’s Walk

      Potshot

      Hugger Mugger

      Hush Money

      Sudden Mischief

      Small Vices

      Chance

      Thin Air

      Walking Shadow

      Paper Doll

      Double Deuce

      Pastime

      Stardust

      Playmates

      Crimson Joy

      Pale Kings and Princes

      Taming a Sea-Horse

      A Catskill Eagle

      Valediction

      The Widening Gyre

      Ceremony

      A Savage Place

      Early Autumn

      Looking for Rachel Wallace

      The Judas Goat

      Promised Land

      Mortal Stakes

      God Save the Child

      The Godwulf Manuscript

      THE JESSE STONE NOVELS

      Split Image

      Night and Day

      Stranger in Paradise

      High Profile

      Sea Change

      Stone Cold

      Death in Paradise

      Trouble in Paradise

      Night Passage

      THE SUNNY RANDALL NOVELS

      Spare Change

      Blue Screen

      Melancholy Baby

      Shrink Rap

      Perish Twice

      Family Honor

      ALSO BY ROBERT B. PARKER

      Blue-Eyed Devil

      Brimstone

      Resolution

      Appaloosa

      A Triple Shot of Spenser

      Double Play

      Gunman’s Rhapsody

      All Our Yesterdays

      A Year at the Races (with Joan H. Parker)

      Perchance to Dream

      Poodle Springs (with Raymond Chandler)

      Love and Glory

      Wilderness

      Three Weeks in Spring (with Joan H. Parker)

      Training with Weights (with John R. Marsh)

     

     

     



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