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just came out of Manning’s office. She’s very upset, and when I went in, he looked as though he was about to have a heart attack.”
    â€œWhat do you think is going on?” Marge asked.
    â€œI don’t know, but she’s cleaning out her desk. I wonder if she quit—or was fired?”
    â€œI can’t imagine her choosing to leave this place,” Marge said in disbelief. “That lab is her whole life.”

    On Monday evening, when Meghan picked up her car, Bernie had said, “See you tomorrow, Meghan.”
    She had told him that she wouldn’t be around the office for a while, that she would be on special assignment in Connecticut. Saying that to Bernie had been easy, but as she drove home, she wrestled with the problem of how to explain to her mother that she’d been switched from the news team after just getting the job.
    She’d simply have to say that the station wanted the feature to be completed quickly because of the impending birth of the Anderson baby. Mom’s upset enough without having to worry that I might have been an intended murder victim, Meghan thought, and she’d be a wreck if she knew about the slip of paper with Dad’s writing.
    She exited Interstate 84 onto Route 7. Some trees still had leaves, although the vivid colors of mid-October had faded. Fall had always been her favorite season, she reflected. But not this year.
    A part of her brain, the legal part, the portion that separated emotion from evidence, insisted that she begin to consider all the reasons why that paper with her nameand phone number could have been in the dead woman’s pocket. It’s not disloyal to examine all the possibilities, she reminded herself fiercely. A good defense lawyer must always see the case through the prosecutor’s eyes as well.
    Her mother had gone through all the papers that were in the wall safe at home. But she knew her mother had not examined the contents of the desk in her father’s study. It was time to do that.
    She hoped she had taken care of everything at the newsroom. Before she left, Meg made a list of her ongoing assignments for Bill Evans, her counterpart from the Chicago affiliate, who would sub for her on the news team while the murder investigation was going on.
    Her appointment with Dr. Manning was set for tomorrow at eleven o’clock. She’d asked him if she could go through an initial information and counseling session as though she were a new client. During a sleepless night, something else had occurred to her. It would be a nice touch to get some tape on Jonathan Anderson helping his mother prepare for the baby. She wondered if the Andersons had any home videos of Jonathan as a newborn.
    When she reached home, the house was empty. That had to mean her mother was at the inn. Good, Meghan thought. It’s the best place for her. She lugged in the fax machine they’d lent her at the office. She’d hook it up to the second line in her father’s study. At least I won’t be awakened by crazy, middle-of-the-night messages, she thought as she closed and locked the door and began switching on lights against the rapidly approaching darkness.
    Meghan sighed unconsciously as she walked around the house. She’d always loved this place. The rooms weren’t large. Her mother’s favorite complaint was that old farmhouses always looked bigger on the outside than they actually were. “This place is an optical illusion,” she would lament. But in Meghan’s eyes there was greatcharm in the intimacy of the rooms. She liked the feel of the slightly uneven floor with its wide boards, the look of the fireplaces and the French doors and the built-in corner cupboards of the dining room. In her eyes they were the perfect setting for the antique maple furniture with its lovely warm patina, the deep comfortable upholstery, the colorful hand-hooked rugs.
    Dad was away so much, she thought as she opened the