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become accustomed to a pedestrian life. Their childless marriage was the gulf that separated them. She had tried desperately to become pregnant, but all the tests she’d endured failed to provide a reason why she was infertile. Steven refused to participate in the process. He thought it demeaning to provide a sample of sperm by pleasuring himself. His reluctance became a bone of contention that led to a tepid relationship. As affable as Steven could be about so many issues, so too was his intransigence when it came to issues of sex. He chose to deny the possibility that it was his biological fault.
    Karen continued leafing through the newspaper, reading aloud headlines she thought would interest her husband. If it were to his liking, he would acknowledge with a grunt. When she came to page six, she shrieked, “Oh my God!”
    Steven looked up from his stack. “What’s the matter with you?”
    “Two people were murdered on Elm Street. Do you know about this?”
    Huff grabbed the paper out of her hand and read the article. He thought for a minute how he would explain to his wife why he hadn’t told about the gruesome event, that it was he who first discovered the bodies. Then he recalled what the chief had said, “Tell no one, not even your significant other.” Now that it was public knowledge he felt relieved. He was free to share with his wife the horror he witnessed. He put down the paper and with teary eyes began to recount the events of the past two days. When he had completed his retelling, Karen got up, walked around the table and kissed him on his wet cheek.
    “Honey, I know what you told me the other night but you have to tender your resignation right now,” she whispered in his ear. “You’ve served this town long enough.”
    “I know. But I’ve got to see this through. The chief gave me responsible assignments, and I don’t want to quit on her now.”
    Huff got up from the table without finishing his breakfast. He pinned on his badge, hooked up his radio to his collar and strapped on his belt and holster. Kissing his wife on the lips he whispered, “Thanks for listening.”
    He bolted from his home eager to tell his boss that he had interviewed Linda Greenwell’s co-worker and that he had learned the name of the other lady who lived in the Elm Street house.
    As Huff was parking his car he could see that the sidewalk outside the police station and the reception area were crowded with cameras, television crews, and reporters. The story of the murders as reported in the local paper had been leaked to the Hartford Gazette and to the local television station. Reporters had descended, as expected, like a horde of locusts. As Huff wormed his way into the police station, the questions came fast and furious, The media was relentless. It took several policemen to herd the mob into an orderly crowd.
    Chief Wilson would have been relieved if all that she’d have to contend with was the media. No sooner had she worked her way through the mob, than she received a call from an irate District Attorney.
    “Who the hell do you think you are, Abby, keeping me out of the loop?” he screamed into the telephone. Rocklein vented his anger at her for not keeping him abreast of the crime and the progress of the investigation.
    “Greg, please! Just look outside my window and see what the news has done to this town. I tried to contain the story until I had some facts.”
    “Well, you didn’t.”
    “I know and I’m sorry. I’m up to my ass. I will brief you in person by the end of the day.”
    “Tell me something right now so I don’t look like a jerk if someone asks me a question.” She provided a condensed summary of Kruger’s presentation. She also told him about the audiotape.”
    “I want a daily briefing, Abby.”
    “I promise,” she said.
    While Abby had been on the phone with the DA, a woman had stormed into the lobby of police headquarters and confronted Sergeant Skinner.
    “Who the fuck wrapped yellow