There was a harder, brisker knock at the door. Mar- tin went to open it.
“It’s the police,” he told me more gently. “They need a statement about last night.”
“If you can stay,” I managed to say.
So Martin sat beside me, or stood beside me, or walked around the bed, while I mumbled my story to Lynn Liggett and Paul Allison, whom I remembered to congratulate on his marriage to Sally. He seemed a lit- tle surprised and uncomfortable. Lynn treated me like a mental case she’d given up all hope on. I edited Franklin’s remarks about Terry and Eileen; no point in dragging their relationship into the limelight because of a chance whim on the part of Franklin Farrell. Finally the two detectives seemed satisfied, if dis- gusted, with me, and after telling me ominously she would be talking to me again, Lynn strode out of the room. Paul Allison followed after giving me a hard look and shaking his head.
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Martin did his circuit of the room again. I waited for him to calm down.
Another knock, this time perfunctory.
“Here’s your pain medication. Need some?” asked a plump nurse with curly silver hair. I was delighted to see her, and the two pills I swallowed had an almost in- stant effect. Martin had to stomp around some more after she left, while I got drowsier and more comfort- able. Everyone seemed quite angry with me today. Finally he came to rest by the bed. My eyes met his. “We are going to have to do a lot of talking when you can talk a little better,” he said.
We needed a change of topic.
Document Outline
Cover Page
Praise
Ace Books by Charlaine Harris
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
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