‘What do you think this is?’ I lost my temper. Tatty Hearst? Am I kidnapped now? Should we just lock me inside a closet?’
‘Get in the house.’ Marino was very upset.
I stared coldly at him. ‘This is my house. Not your house. Not Tucker’s house. Not Benton’s house. This, goddam it, is my house. And I will get in it when I please.’
‘Good. And you can die in it just like you can die anywhere else.’
I followed him into the kitchen. I yanked items out of the grocery bag and slammed them on the counter. I cracked eggs into a bowl and shoved shells down the disposal. I snapped on the gas burner and beat the hell out of omelets with onions and fontina cheese. I made coffee and swore because I had forgotten low-fat Cremora. I tore off squares of paper towel because I had no napkins, either.
‘You can set the table in the living room and start the fire,’ I said, grinding fresh pepper into frothy eggs.
‘The fire’s been started since last night.’
‘Are Lucy and Janet awake?’ I was beginning to feel better.
‘I got no idea.’
I rubbed olive oil into a frying pan. ‘Then go knock on their door.’
‘They’re in the same bedroom,’ he said.
‘Oh for God’s sake, Marino.’ I turned around and looked at him in exasperation.
We ate breakfast at seven-thirty and read the newspaper, which was wet.
‘What are you going to do today?’ Lucy asked me as if we were on vacation, perhaps at some lovely resort in the Alps.
She was dressed in her same fatigues, sitting on an ottoman before the fire. The nickel-plated Remington was nearby on the floor. It was loaded with seven rounds.
‘I have errands to run and phone calls to make,’ I said.
Marino had put on blue jeans and a sweatshirt. He watched me suspiciously as he slurped coffee.
I met his eyes. ‘I’m going downtown.’
He did not respond. ‘Benton’s already headed out.’
I felt my cheeks get hot.
‘I already tried to call him and he already checked out of the hotel.’ Marino glanced at his watch. ‘That would have been about two hours ago, around six.’
‘When I mentioned downtown,’ I said evenly, ‘I was referring to my office.’
‘What you need to do, Doc, is drive north to Quantico and check into their security floor for a while. Seriously. At least for the weekend.’
‘I agree,’ I said. ‘But not until I’ve taken care of a few matters here.’
‘Then take Lucy and Janet with you.’
Lucy was looking out the sliding glass doors now, and Janet was still reading the paper.
‘No,’ I said. ‘They can stay here until we head out to Quantico.’
‘It’s not a good idea.’
‘Marino, unless I’ve been arrested for something I know nothing about, I’m leaving here in less than thirty minutes and going to my office. And I’m going there alone.’
Janet lowered the paper and said to Marino, ‘There comes a point when you’ve got to go on with your life.’
‘This is a security matter,’ Marino dismissed her.
Janet’s expression did not change. ‘No, it isn’t. This is a matter of your acting like a man.’
Marino looked puzzled.
‘You’re being overly protective,’ she added reasonably. ‘And you want to be in charge and control everything.’
Marino did not seem angry because she was soft-spoken. ‘You got a better idea?’ he asked.
‘Dr. Scarpetta can take care of herself,’ Janet said. ‘But she shouldn’t be alone in this house at night.’
‘He won’t come here,’ I said.
Janet got up and stretched. ‘He probably won’t,’ she said. ‘But Carrie would.’
Lucy turned away from the glass doors. Outside, the morning was blinding, and water dripped from eaves.
‘Why can’t I go into the office with you?’ my niece wanted to know.
‘There’s nothing for you to do,’ I said. ‘You’d be bored.’
‘I can work on the computer,’
Later, I drove Lucy and Janet to work with me and left them at the office with Fielding, my deputy chief. At eleven a.m., roads were slushy in the Slip, and businesses were opening late. Dressed in waterproof boots and a long jacket, I waited on a sidewalk to cross Franklin Street. Road crews were spreading salt, and traffic was sporadic this Friday before New Year’s Eve.