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disagree, you get hammered in their column."
    Weatherby's eyes narrowed, and Jonathan caught the subtext.
    "Oh, relax, Detective. I freely admit to motive and means. And probably opportunity, too, if you stretch far enough. What I don't have is the desire. If you want me to speak frankly to you, then you need to suspend your suspicion for a while. Otherwise, I'll call for a lawyer, and give you nothing. Which will it be?"
    Weatherby took his time answering. "You can speak freely," he said.
    Jonathan studied the man's face. Weatherby could be lying through his ass, and none of it would matter. The cops were going to check out everything he said anyway. As long as he stayed as near the truth as he could afford, he'd be okay. And the more cooperative he was, the sooner he'd get the hell out of here and on to the hospital to be with Ellen. "Thank you," he said.
    "Let me ask you one other thing, Mr. Grave. Is it at all likely that the person who ransacked the house was in fact looking for you? "
    The question shocked him. "I don't see how."
    Weatherby recrossed his legs. "Well, you're in the window-peeping business, right? Private detective? Isn't that what 'security' really means in Security Solutions?"
    That was a gratuitous shot. "My clients include insurance companies and Fortune 500 firms who need to gather intelligence data for one reason or another. I've never thought of it as window-peeping. Do you think of yourself as a child-shooter?" His own gratuitous jab recalled a recent incident in which an off-duty county cop shot an that it was all going to hell, and that he was going to prison, he transferred most of his holdin't want to know.
    "Broken bones in her fingers and toes. Broken tibias in both legs. Bruised liver and kidneys. Broken ribs. There's really quite a lot wrong, sir."
    "Any head trauma?"
    Malstrom broke eye contact as he nodded. "Yes, sir. One really solid strike to the head."
    "Jesus Christ," Jonathan breathed, and then he shot a quick apologetic glance to Dom. "This is inconceivable to me."
    Malstrom said nothing. What was there to say?
    "So, what's next?"
    The doctor launched a soliloquy about treatment strategies and possible surgeries. He talked about Ellen being "in the woods" for a long time, by way of explaining that it could easily be weeks before she would be "out of the woods." Throughout the speech, Jonathan's head was in a different place entirely. What the hell had Tibor Rothman done to bring this kind of evil into his home?
    Finding Tibor was the key to everything. Suddenly he wanted the doctor to be done so that Jonathan could call Venice and discover what she'd found in her search. As if on cue, Jonathan's cell phone rang. It was Venice. Malstrom seemed offended that Jonathan took the call.
    "Hey, Digger, how is she?"
    "Bad," he said. "We're just now finding out the extent of it."
    "Well, as soon as you can get out of there, I need you in the office."
    "What's going on?" He didn't like the panicky edge to her voice.
    "Not on the phone."
    "Can't you at least tell me what it's about?"
    Venice made that growling sound. She told him what she'd learned. Not all of it, just enough to whet his appetite.
    Jonathan clapped the phone closed and stood. "Doctor, I have to go."
    Malstrom looked as if he'd been slapped. "Excuse me?"
    Dom stood with Digger, but he looked confused. "Yeah, excuse me?"
    "I have to get to my office. An emergency situation has arisen and I have to attend to it."
    "Now?" Dom asked, stunned at the rudeness.
    "Right this second." He offered his hand to the doctor. "Doctor Malstrom, I'm sorry for being so abrupt, but I really have no choice. Thank you for taking care of Ellen. I owe you." He nodded to Dom. "You, too, Dom. I'll talk to you soon."
    But Dom hurried after him. "Digger," he hissed at a stage whisper, "where the hell are you going?" It was a struggle keeping up with Jonathan's rapid pace.
    "I told you."
    "You said there was an emergency. Since when do you have emergencies