BLACK NOTICE. PATRICIA CORNWELL

“I can’t stay long,” I said. “But I just wanted to drop by and make certain you’re all right.”

“Why, of course,” she replied as if there were no reason in the world she wouldn’t be.

I paused, and Rose looked at me, waiting for me to explain why I really had dropped by.

“I talked to Ruth,” I began. “We’re following a couple of leads and have our suspicions . . .”

“Which I’m sure lead right to Chuck,” she announced, nodding her head. “I’ve always thought he’s. a bad apple. And he avoids me like the plague because he knows I see right through him. It will be a cold day in hell before the likes of him will charm me.”

“No one could charm you,” I said. Handel’s Messiah began, and intense sadness tucked itself into my heart.

Her eyes searched my face. She knew how hard last Christmas had been for me. I had spent it in Miami, where I could avoid it as much as I could. But it wasn’t possible for me to get away from music and lights, not even if I fled to Cuba.

“What are you going to do this year?” she asked.

“Maybe go out west,” I replied. “If it would snow here, that would be easier, but I can’t stand gray skies. Rain and ice storms, Richmond weather. You know, when I first moved here, we always got at least one or two good snows every winter.”

I envisioned snow piled on tree branches and blowing against my windshield, the world whited out as I drove to work even though all state offices were closed. Snow and tropical sunshine were antidepressants for me.

“It was very nice of you to check on me,” my secretary said, getting up from the deep blue wing chair. “You’ve always worried too much about me, though.”

She went into the kitchen and I heard her digging around in the freezer. When she returned to the living room, she handed me a Tupperware container with something frozen inside it.

“My vegetable soup,” she said. “Just what you need tonight:’

“You can’t know how much,” I told her with heartfelt appreciation. “I’ll go home and warm it up now.”

“Now, what will you do about Chuck?” she asked with a very serious expression on her face.

I hesitated. I didn’t want to ask her this.

“Rose, he says you’re my office snitch:’

“Well, I am.”

“I need you to be;” I went on. “I’d like you to do whatever it takes to find out what he’s up to.”

“What the little son of a bitch is up to is sabotage,” said Rose, who almost never swore.

“We’ve got to get the evidence,” I said. “You know how the state is. It’s harder to fire somebody than walk on water. But he’s not going to win.”

She didn’t respond right away. Then she said, “To start with, we mustn’t underestimate him. He’s not as smart as he thinks he is, but he’s clever. And he has too much time to think and move about unnoticed. What’s unfortunate is he knows your patterns better than anyone, better even than me, because I don’t help you in the morgue-for which I’m grateful. And that’s your center stage. That’s where he could really ruin you.”

She was right, although I couldn’t bear to admit the power he had. He could swap labels or toe tags or contaminate something. He could leak lies to reporters who would forever protect his identity. I could scarcely imagine the breadth of what he could do.

“By the way,” I said, getting up from the couch, “I’m fairly sure he has a computer at home, so he lied about that.”

She walked me to the door, and I remembered the car parked near mine.

“Do you know anybody in the building who drives a dark Taurus?” I asked.

She frowned, perplexed. “Well, they’re rather much all over the place. But no, I can’t think of anyone around me who drives one.”

“Possibly there’s a police officer who lives in your building and might drive such a car home now and then?”

“I know nothing about it if there is. Don’t get too carried away by all those little goblins that will rise up in your head if you let them. I have a firm belief about not giving a life to things, you know. The old bit about a self-fulfilled prophecy:”

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