Her name was Lydia White. She had dark hair and was heavyset and was probably going to make it to the finish line at Cowl because she was smart, worked like a dray horse, and knew what she wanted. He hadnt spoken fifty words to her, and she had never given him the evil eye like this before. In the middle of the night, Stones cell phone rang. He picked it up from the bedside table and checked the caller ID. Name blocked, it read. He checked the recents; the calling number was blocked, too. Robocall? Probably. Still, he got out of bed and walked naked into the hallway. He stood at the rail and looked downstairs. No lights burning. He looked at the bedroom doors down the hallway: no lights there, either. He took a few deep breaths, then held one and listened. He could hear the big clock near the front door, but nothing between the ticks and the tocks. He exhaled and went back to bed. Close enough, the man said, looking at the photo. He opened the document case and put his hand inside. Stone half expected it to come out with a gun in it, but instead, he was handed a clipboard bearing a single sheet of paper. Sign, please. He handed Stone a pen. Billy started moving in on me.Oh, hell leave, all right. Or hell be sorry. But Wade stayed on? Murfin also looked around and nodded, a little possessively, I thought, at the good-sized room with its dark brown carpet, fabric covered walls, long sofa, four easy chairs, the coffee table, and what looked like a bar in one corner although it could have been a cleverly disguised filing cabinet. There were even some tasteful prints on the walls, but I was sure that Murfin hadnt selected them because Murfin had no taste. Myers studied him for an uncomfortably long moment.You two mustve beenreally good friends. I know, I know, the sheriff said. Nevertheless, Ive got to see what this is. It looks to me as though this had been planted. Devine continued,I was sure that Cowl had framed me in connection with Saras murder, cloning my security card and putting me on the security video around the time of her death. You never know where you might find one. When they didnt respond, he continued, Now, heres something really relevant to the investigation. Will there be any DNA left in Saras womb that you could match to whoever the father of her baby was? We work in the same office. A friend of ours died there. Bastard. I am not creepy, Im an attorney-at-law. Ellen turned the card over and over in her hands, like it was hot to the touch.Someone clearly didnt like Sara at all, she said..