Speaking in Tongues by Jeffery Deaver

Author:Jeffery Deaver
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Thrillers, General, Fiction, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 1451675720
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2000-12-12T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Tate piloted his Lexus back through Centreville, which some of the redder of the rednecks around these parts disparagingly called New Calcutta and New Seoul—because of the immigrants settling here. He made a long loop around Route 29 and turned down a deserted country road.

The sun was low now but the heat seemed worse. The sour, sickly aroma of rotting leaves from last year’s autumn was in the air.

“Tate,” Bett asked slowly, “what if nothing happened?”

“Nothing happened?”

“What if nobody kidnapped her? What if she really did run off? Because she hates us.”

He glanced at her.

She continued, “If we find her—”

“When we find her,” he corrected.

“What if she’s so mad at us that she won’t come home?”

“We’ll convince her to,” he told her.

“Could you do it, do you think? Talk her into coming back home?”

Can I? he wondered.

There’s a transcendent moment in debate when your opponent has the overwhelming weight of logic and facts on his side and yet still you can win. By leading him in a certain direction you get him to build his entire argument on what appears to be an irrefutable foundation, the logic of which is flawless. But which you nonetheless destroy at the same time as you accept the perfection of his argument.

It’s a moment, Tate tells his classes, just like in fencing, when the red target of a heart is touched lightly with the button of the foil while the fencer’s attention is elsewhere. No flailing away, no chops or heavy strokes, but a simple, deadly tap the opponent never sees coming.

All cats see in the dark.

Midnight is a cat.

Therefore Midnight can see in the dark.

Irrefutable. The purest of logic.

Unless . . . Midnight is blind.

But what kind of argument could he make to convince Megan to return home?

He thought about the two letters she’d written and he didn’t have any thoughts at all; he saw only her perfect anger.

“We’ll get her back,” he told Bett. “I’ll do that. Don’t worry.”

Bett pulled down the makeup mirror in the sun visor to apply lipstick. Tate was suddenly taken back to the night they met—at that party in Charlottesville. He’d driven her home afterward and had spent a passionate half hour in the front seat of the car removing every trace of her pink Revlon.

Five weeks later he’d suggested they move in together.

A two-year romance on campus. He’d graduated from law school the year Bett got her undergraduate degree. They left idyllic Charlottesville for the District of Columbia and his clerkship at federal District Court; Bett got a job managing a New Age bookstore. They lived the bland, easy life that Washington offered a young couple just starting out. Tate’s consolation was his job and Bett’s that she finally was close to her twin sister, who lived in Baltimore and had been too ill to travel to Charlottesville.

Married in May.

His antebellum plantation built the next spring.

Megan born two years later.

And three years after that, he and Bett were divorced.

When he looked back on their relationship his perfect memory was no longer so perfect.

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