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"It is indeed, Mr Jaet this at all"

"We’ll let you knoe figure it all out," Savich said "I promise you that You’ve been of ionna nail that pissant Tho?"

Savich only smiled, shook the old man’s hand Sherlock squeezed his thin forearm, let him touch her hair once more, took Savich’s arm and turned to leave the hospital room They heard Courtney James say to Warden Rafferty, "I never believed in reincarnation before What do you think?"

The warden said, "I don’t know, Courtney I haven’t really thought about it What do you think?"

"I just don’t know anyie May, and how can that be?

"And all that psychic crap about Tho to his dead parents That fair to creeps me out"

"It does me too, Courtney"

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The Pallacks’ building was tucked behind beautifully manicured trees and bushes on a small cul de sac just off Leavenworth Street on Russian Hill The penthouse was dark, as were the two condos on the floor below it A total of eleven dwellings shared the address in the hundred-year-old-plus building Dix saw only two lights, one on the third floor, one on the fourth The rest of the ere dark The occupants were either out or asleep As for the Pallacks, they were at a political fundraiser at the Hyatt Embarcadero, which was expected to run very late

He’d finally found a parking place on Chestnut Street, two blocks away, and too close to a fire hydrant But he hoped the police wouldn’t be handing out tickets so late on a Thursday night Dix looked down at his watch--it was nearly eleven o’clock He should have plenty of time It had taken him only about seven minutes to drive here after he’d walked quietly out of the Sherlocks’ house

He locked Judge Sherlock’s Chevy Blazer and started back to the Pallacks’ building, careful to keep to the shadows He was tense, his nerves stretched tight He was a cop, he believed in the law, yet here he was preparing to break into the Pallacks’ penthouse And he was carrying a gun while doing it Even though he was a sheriff, he knew that could put hiuer parking place He paused a moment to calet the job done He prayed Ruth wouldn’t figure out what he was doing and co Cheney and Julia or even Savich and Sherlock after hi did happen, well, he’d left an e-ht--just in case he needed her to bail hi all this to an end If he’d acted sooner, perhaps Soldan Meissen wouldn’t be dead He’d been floored by what Savich had reported Courtney James told thee of Margaret Pallack The madness of it twisted in hiht Christie to Pallack’s notice

Despite Savich and Sherlock’s discovery, Dix still kneasn’t enough to get a search warrant, knew Pallack could destroy everything incri Christie, and Dix would never find out what had happened to her His plan was the best way The only way

If only Ruth didn’t get suspicious He’d told her he wanted to walk, clear his head, think about what he was going to tell Rafe and Rob When she’d offered to coiven hi in a discussion with Julia and Cheney about August Ransom’s journals Had they been destroyed in the fire at Julia’s house? Maybe he’d find the damned journals in Pallack’s apartment But what he wanted most to find was Christie’s bracelet Then he’d know Of course Pallack could have gotten rid of it Dix couldn’t bear to think what he would do if he couldn’t find so solid to nail the bastard

DixHe had taken care to wear dark clothes, black boots, and a dark watch cap, had even blackened his face to blend into the shadows His arm didn’t hurt e

He found the alarnized it as top of the line, just as he’d expected, and disabled it