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When they didn’t respond, he continued, “Now, here’s something really relevant to the investigation. Will there be any DNA left in Sara’s womb that you could match to whoever the father of her baby was?”

“Why?” asked Ekman.

“Because if you have any, I’ll volunteer my DNA to clear me from the pack.”

“You’re only offering because you know there’s nothing there.”

“Are you sure? She was pregnant.”

Ekman snapped, “And she aborted the fetus months ago. We’d get nothing admissible.”

Shoemaker was watching Devine through slitted eyes. “And why do I think Mrs. Ewes told you how far along Sara was, and you knew you were in the clear on the window, even though you’d slept with her?”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“And now you’re trying to play all innocent by offering up your DNA. You make me sick.”

“Well, that was clearly not my intent. But if there’s nothing else, I have a train to catch.”

Shoemaker put a hand on his shoulder. “Do not, I repeat, do not leave the area.”

“I already told you I wouldn’t. Since you guys can’t seem to catch Sara’s killer, I guess I’ll have to do the honors.”

“If you obstruct this investigation in any way—” began Ekman.

“I was thinking more along the lines of improving it.”

“You better watch yourself, Devine.”

“Right. I hope you guys have a productive rest of the night. In case you want to follow me, I’ll be on the Metro North out to Mount Kisco. If you could ever manage to find Karl Hancock, he could tell you all about that.”