“They found nothing like that, as I told you before.”
“How about on her electronics? Or in her personal cloud?”
“So were you two dating?” she asked.
“Relationships like that aren’t allowed at Cowl and Comely,” said Devine. “That gets you fired.”
“You kept it secret, then?” persisted Ellen.
He ignored this. “Do you know the name of the doctor who performed the procedure on Sara?”
“Yes, why?”
“Can I have it?”
“You say you’re not the father, so what does it matter to you?”
“It matters to me because a friend of mine, someone I cared about, was killed. I’d like to find out why and by whom.”
Ellen looked at her husband. He pulled something from his jeans pocket and handed it across. It was a slip of paper. On it was a name and address of a clinic in Westchester.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll see you out,” said Ellen.
They stood on the stoop for a moment. Ellen said, “I can see you do not approve of my beliefs.”
“They’re your beliefs, so I have to respect them.”
“But not agree with them?”
“Like I said before, Ellen, this is really not the time or place to have that discussion. You have the absolute right to believe what you want, and so do I.”
Her mouth suddenly twisted in disgust, but she wasn’t looking at him, Devine observed. He looked over his shoulder to see two women on the pavement holding hands and kissing.
Devine turned back to her. The disgusted look was gone, but she said, “I can’t wait to get the hell out of this town.”