Xo (Kathryn Dance 3)

Thick silence for a moment and Dance said, "She sent a few but, I'm sorry, Edwin, the ones actually from her were just form letters. Like she sent to everybody."

Edwin slipped his hands into his jeans pockets. "I never would've gotten so ... you know, funny about her, if I knew. Think about it, somebody as pretty and talented and famous as her tells you she's interested in you, that you mean a lot to her ... what was I supposed to think?"

"I understand, Edwin," Dance said kindly.

Madigan said, "I'm sorry too, son."

Edwin said nothing for a moment, eyes again on the wheelchair. "So, I'm not a suspect or anything?"

"Nope," Harutyun said.

He nodded and then focused on Madigan. "Well, then, I don't have much interest in that complaint I made against you, Detective. And Deputy Lopez. I was just doing what I needed to. It was like self-defense, you understand."

"I do, and that's good of you, Edwin. Fact is, when it comes to Kayleigh, we all get a little overly enthusiastic."

"I'd kind of like to leave now. Is that okay?"

"Sure is, son. We'll get a statement from you later or tomorrow about what happened with Simesky and the woman--the kidnapping. I'll have somebody get you home now. You're in no shape to drive. You can pick up your car tomorrow."

"Thanks, Detective." Shoulders down, chest collapsed, he headed out the door. Despite the fact he was hard to read kinesically, Dance could see genuine sorrow in his posture.

Chapter 60

IN THE SERVICE area of the sheriff's office Lincoln Rhyme aimed for the ramp leading outside. He was accompanied by his New York companions, as well as Kathryn Dance and Michael O'Neil. "Time for a drink, I'd say, then back to San Jose."

"Time for coffee in the van," Thom corrected, his boss.

"I'm not driving," Rhyme replied acerbically. "I c

an drink."

"But," his aide countered fast, "I'm sure it's illegal to have open containers of liquor in a moving vehicle, even if you're not driving."

"It's not open," Rhyme snapped. "My tumbler has a lid on it."

The aide said thoughtfully, "We could of course stay here talking but that just means we'll get to the bar in San Jose that much later."

Rhyme scoffed but the expression vanished as he said good-bye to the law enforcers and, with a smooth gesture, lifted his working right arm to Dance and gripped her hand. She kissed his cheek, then embraced Sachs.

O'Neil added, "I'll see you both Sunday. I'm bringing the kids over." He glanced at Sachs. "You're interested, we just got the new H&K MP7."

"The little bullet."

"Right. Smaller than a BB, seventeen-caliber. You want to come out to the range and put some holes in paper on Monday?"

"You bet I do," Sachs said enthusiastically.

"Kathryn?" O'Neil asked.

"I'll pass, I think. I'll hang out with Lincoln and Thom."

And with Jon Boling too? she wondered, then stepped on that thought.

The trio from New York headed out the door.

O'Neil too said good-bye to the locals, and Dance walked with him outside into the sultry air.

"You in a hurry to get back?" she found herself asking. Hadn't planned it. She was thinking they might have dinner, just the two of them.