intrigued Luke, an ability to be sociable when she wanted and also to spend long periods of time in silence.
âYou know whatâs funny?â he said, noticing that she was still looking at him. âI think I saw Jackson Pynne today, on my way home.â
âReally.â
âYeah, way out in the country. Passed right by me in a silver pickup.â
Charlotte tilted her head, interested. âAre you sure it was him?â
âNot entirely. Except we looked at each other as he passed and there seemed to be a moment of recognition.â
âYou should tell the inspector.â
âYeah, I know.â He smiled, not sure if her word choice was making fun of Amy Hunter or not. âI will.â
Her eyes stayed with him as she went back to her soup. âHe used to really think the world of you, you know.â
âJackson did?â
âOf course. He thought you could fix his life.â
ÂâPeople overestimate me sometimes.â
âI donât.â She gave him a smart, mischievous look. âAnd you donât. Thatâs what matters.â
Sneakers suddenly raised his head as if remembering something he needed from the store. After a moment he settled back to sleep.
âDarlene from the college called,â Charlotte said.
âYour occasional friend.â
âYeah.â
âThis must qualify as an occasion.â
âShe heard that the killing had to do with the vote on the new church. And with the Nayaks. Someone in the office told her that. She wanted to know if it was true.â
âTo which you replied . . .â
âI laughed. I couldnât help it.â
âGood. An appropriate response,â Luke said.
Amy Hunter had asked about this, too: if the debate over church growth mightâve had anything to do with the killing. The congregation was split on whether to build a new church on the existing site or sell the land and relocate. Frank Nayak, Jr., or Little Frank, as the old-Âtimers called him, had offered to purchase the church and donate a large parcel of inland property for the relocation. The church, Little Frank liked to say, was âa nonrevenue producer, not the proper use of that land.â
âYou know how when the mafia wants to deliver a warning, they leave a dead fish on the front porch?â Charlotte said. âMaybe this was a variation of that.â
âLeaving a dead woman?â
âMaybe.â
âWho would they be warning?â
She widened her eyes, giving him her Who do you think? look.
âItâs not like I own the church.â
âNo. But you have an opinion. And youâre the face of the church, arenât you?â
âOnly the mouth.â
âSo to speak.â
âBut my opinion is in line with what the majority of the congregation thinksâÂthat we keep the property. Though, of course, it isnât up to me. The district superintendent, the bishop, and the staff/parish committee make those decisions.â
âYou donât have to convince me, counselor.â
Luke smiled. He let his thoughts roam a little as he finished the soup. Back to the dream. Back to Millie at the hospice with her childâs smile. Back to the meeting with Hunter. Weâre going to solve this thing.
When he finished, Luke was surprised to see Charlotte studying him.
âLet me guess,â she said. âYouâre not thinking about those numbers again.â
âI was, yeah.â
More than that, he suddenly had a pretty good idea what the numbers in Jane Doeâs right hand meant.
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Chapter 9
B EN S HIPMAN PARKED in one of the nine spaces assigned for state police alongside the Public Safety Complex, where Hunter, Fisch, and Ship worked in small adjoining offices.
They dropped their bags on Hunterâs desk.
âReady?â she asked, outside Shipmanâs door.
He was rubbing his hands together.
âLetâs do it,â
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