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“He sounded all right to me.”

She jumped off the bed and looked around the room.

“Where the hell is my damned bra?” she asked softly, more of herself than of him.

“It’s probably in the living room,” Wohl said.

She looked at him, then picked up her skirt and stepped into it.

“I gather you won’t be here when I get back?” Wohl asked.

“I’m going with you,” she said.

“I don’t think you want to do that,” he said.

“Don’t think you know what I want to do, please,” she said. “What it is, is that you don’t want me to go with you.”

“Okay,” he said. “I don’t. And I don’t think Matt will want to see you right now, either.”

She slipped her feet into her shoes, then went out of the room, returning in a moment in the act of putting her brassiere on.

She backed up to him.

“Fasten it, will you, please?”

“Funny,” he said after fussing with the catch for a moment. “I didn’t have this much trouble opening it.”

She didn’t reply until she was sure he had fastened the catch, and then she turned and faced him.

“I can’t believe that you’re as unaffected by this as you’re trying to make out,” she said. “You know what this is going to do to him.”

“I’m really unhappy about it, if that’s what you mean,” he replied. “But no, I don’t know what this is going to do to him. I hope that it was a good shooting, and I’d like to think he’s already worked his way through the questions something like this brings up.”

“You mean, after the first couple of good shootings it gets easier?” she asked, more than a little sarcastically.

He didn’t reply for a moment.

“I hope, for Matt’s sake, it does,” he said, finally.

She looked at him for a long moment, then walked out of the room again and came back pulling a sweater over her head.

“Your call,” she said. “We can take two cars, or I can go with you.”

He looked at her in the mirror-he was tying his tie-but didn’t say anything until he was finished.

Then he turned around and looked directly at her. “Thank you,” he said.

“What for?”

“You know what for,” he said.

He took a tweed sports coat from his closet, then followed her out of the bedroom, and through the living room to the door.

His apartment had once been the servants’ quarters above what had once been the stables, and then the five-car garage of the turn-of-the-century mansion now divided into “luxury apartments.”

They went down the outside stairs and to his unmarked Crown Victoria. He unlocked her door for her, and she reached up and kissed him.

“Sorry to have been such a bitch,” Amy said.