Four Scarpetta Novels by Patricia Cornwell

Author:Patricia Cornwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.
Published: 2007-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

I GO INTO Anna’s study and spend the nextt half hour photocopying everything in the Tlip file because I can’t feed laminated documents into the fax machine. Marino finished the burgundy and is asleep on the couch again when I return to the living room, where Lucy and McGovern sit in front of the fire talking, continuing to paint scenarios that are only getting wilder the more they are influenced by alcohol. Christmas speeds away from us. We finally get around to opening gifts at half past ten, and Marino groggily plays Santa, handing out boxes and trying to be festive. But his mood has gotten only darker and any attempts at humor have a bite. At eleven o’clock, Anna’s phone rings. It is Berger.

“Quid pro quo?” she launches in, referring to the letter dated December 5, 1997. “How many non-legal-minded people use that term? Just a crazy idea, but wonder if there’s a way we could get hold of Rocky Caggiano’s DNA. May as well turn over every stone and not be so quick to assume Carrie wrote these letters. Maybe she did. But maybe she didn’t.”

I can’t concentrate as I return to Christmas gifts beneath the tree. I try to smile and act abundantly thankful, but I don’t fool anyone. Lucy gives me a stainless-steel Breitling watch called a B52 while Marino’s gift to me is a coupon for a year of firewood that he will personally deliver and stack. Lucy loves the Whirly-Girls necklace I had made for her and Marino loves the leather jacket from Lucy and me. Anna would be pleased with an art glass vase I found for her, but she is somewhere on I-95, of course. Everybody goes through the motions quickly because questions hang heavy in the air. While we gather up rumpled ribbons and torn paper, I motion to Marino that I need a private word with him. We sit in the kitchen. He has been in some stage of drunkenness all day, and I can tell that he is probably getting drunk on a regular basis. There is a reason for it.

“You can’t keep drinking like this,” I say to him as I pour each of us a glass of water. “It doesn’t help anything.”

“Never has, never will.” He rubs his face. “And that don’t seem to make a damn difference when I’m feeling like shit. Right now, everything’s shit.” His bleary, bloodshot eyes meet mine. Marino looks like he is about to cry again.

“Any reason you might have something that could give us Rocky’s DNA?” I come right out and ask.

He flinches as if I have hit him. “What’d Berger tell you when she called? That it? She call about Rocky?”

“She’s just going down the list,” I reply. “Anybody connected with us or Benton who might have a link to organized crime. And Rocky certainly comes to mind.” I go on and tell him what Berger revealed about Benton and the Susan Pless case.

“But he was getting that whacko shit before Susan was murdered,” he says.

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