Yes. Like I said, he has a fetish. He looked at the missive again.Sara dead? It cant be. A young marine lieutenant actually captured Brown. He wounded him about the neck with a sword, but when he tried to run him through with it the sword bent double. It was a dress sword and not very sharp. Brown capitalized on his wounds. When they tried him he lay on a pallet on the courtroom floor. Most of the time he kept his eyes closed, which was just as well because not too many could hold the gaze of those fierce, strange, grey eyes which nearly everyone said looked quite mad. Brown claimed that he wasnt crazy, but then he lied a lot. He had an aunt who was crazy, and two nieces and two nephews who had to be locked away in an asylum, so most folks thought it was hereditary. Brown said if anyone should know if he were crazy, he should, and Im not, he said. Whats this asshole doin here, Henry? Mike Edelstein had invited a print reporter and two TV teams to our campaign office where he sat behind a long table with a slender, middle-aged bald man in a blue button-down shirt. This, Edelstein said, was Tim Rosencrantz from Chicago, who had testified in numerous trials as a lock-and-key forensics expert. I glanced down at my clothes. I was wearing old faded jeans, which I thought were rather stylish, and a faded chambray work shirt that Id bought from Sears before I quit buying things from Sears. Im not supposed to be anything, I said. And some of your own? And I wont be happy with what you find. She was wearing sandals, jeans and a crisp, white short-sleeved blouse. The breakfast Nan had prepared for her was down to a single half-slice of toast. A delicately sculpted silver coffeepot was next to her on the table. The beautiful blue of cigarette smoke coiled up from a tiny faux Mandarin-style ashtray. There was a symphony of morning birds and the cool, thin shadows of early morning. It was so idyllic, it was easy to forget that the woman sitting here had almost been shot to death less than twelve hours ago. The Courts attitude is determined from the testimony, Mr. Prosecutor, the judge interrupted coldly. Yeah, but you can use light motorcycles, not Harleys. Theyd be more nimble in traffic. If you want to go cheap, put one motorcycle, not two, on each car. Now, Sheriff, you have stated that when this purse was recovered it was placed in an envelope and sealed. The contents were placed in another envelope and that envelope was sealed. Oh, but I think you are. I think even now there are … But you perhaps do not wish to have your fortune told—no? Wow, I said. Im sending you a check for that one, Katherine. Ill call you back. Stone pushed Dino behind a curtain, then opened the front door just as the man swung a leg over the motorcycle. Yes? Three blocks east of the station? My uncle nodded, went through the dining room into the kitchen, and came back with a tray that bore a tall Pilsener glass, a bottle of imported Becks beer, another glass, and a small silver shaker that I presumed contained his martini. He put the tray down, poured my beer, gave the shaker a couple of swirls, filled his glass, and carefully sipped his drink. No, aboard a yacht which she said was hers..