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looking Spencer over very seriously once again. “How did you know that something was going to go down here tonight?” he asked David suddenly.
    â€œI didn’t,” David answered flatly, holstering his gun as a uniformed cop came to take the grave robber away. The cop instantly began to read the man his rights.
    â€œThen—”
    â€œIt was Spencer,” David said politely. “You see, I followed her here,” he told Anderson, watching Spencer from the corner of his eye. “It seems that Mrs. Huntington doesn’t believe that either I or Miami’s finest are really doing our jobs to the best of our abilities.”
    â€œMrs. Huntington,” Anderson said, and now he sounded worried, “you can’t take these things into your own hands, you know.”
    â€œI don’t actually want them in my own hands—” she began, but Anderson interrupted.
    â€œWhat were you doing here, then? Who tipped you off? What is going on?”
    â€œI came here because…” She paused. She was never going to tell them about Willie. Never. And it didn’t matter. Audrey had drawn the same conclusion. Anyone could have. “I came because I thought the grave diggers might show up here. I didn’t want them digging Danny up.”
    â€œAnd how did you intend to stop them, Mrs. Huntington?”
    Spencer opened her mouth, then shut it. They were both staring at her. David was delighted to see Anderson harassing her—he wouldn’t have to do it himself.
    â€œYes, Spencer, just what was your intent?” David asked, his tone irritatingly polite.
    She stared at Anderson. “I—”
    â€œWithholding information from the police is against the law, Mrs. Huntington. You must know that.”
    â€œWithholding information?”
    â€œWhere did you get your tip?” Anderson asked impatiently.
    Spencer inhaled deeply. “No tip-off, Lieutenant. My secretary happened to notice the way the last wave of grave robbings made a circle around the city. All she did was read the newspaper. Maybe the police should try taking that direction on occasion!”
    â€œMrs. Huntington, I’m afraid that we’ll have to ask you to come down to the—”
    â€œAnderson,” David interrupted, “I really don’t think that will be necessary. There’s nothing more Spencer can tell you, and you’ve got at least one of these ghouls to grill. Maybe your men have come up with a few more. I’ll take Mrs. Huntington home.”
    â€œYou two know each other, huh?” Anderson said.
    â€œNot that well—” Spencer began.
    â€œFor ages,” David interrupted.
    Anderson grinned. “Well, you sure do dress alike. I guess I don’t need anything more for tonight. I know where to reach you, Delgado. And Mrs. Huntington—”
    â€œI haven’t moved, Lieutenant. I’m still at Danny’s address, and you can reach me at the same number. And I’ve been down to the station plenty of times, so I’ll know where to go if you decide you do want something from me.”
    â€œWe just want you to let us do our jobs, Mrs. Huntington,” he said, taking her hand. She thought for a moment that he was going to kiss it. She almost wrenched it away.
    â€œCome on, Spencer, let’s go home,” David suggested.
    They started walking. She resented his hand at the small of her back, but she resented Lieutenant Anderson more. Even as they started walking away, he called her back.
    â€œMrs. Huntington, it is illegal to trespass in graveyards at night, you know. Don’t make a habit of it.”
    She swung around. “Ah, but I did catch a few crooks for you before they could chop up any more bodies, didn’t I?” she inquired sweetly.
    Anderson suddenly seemed to have run out of taunts. Spencer turned and started walking again, David close on her heels. He caught her arm as they neared the wall and