The train rode on while Devine thought about the previous night, with Helen Speers. Ithad been a while since he had been with a woman. He knew the exact date, in fact. And that might cause him problems down the road, because that woman had been Sara Ewes. They had had sex at her place in Brooklyn. It had been a wonderful experience and Devine had thought there would be many more. But it was not to be. And it had not been his decision. It had been hers. Showalters voice invited me in. He was in charge. My anxiety about him being here was proving to be correct. He walked toward the bedroom and looked in there. The bed was made and the bathroom was empty. His gaze lingered on the bed for a moment. It was there that he and Ewes had had sex. Once. And then she had broken it off. He thought she had found another guy. Abby came in with a Starbucks (latte, I assumed) in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other. Can you show possession of the gun? No, I just took his word for it. Now I see what an idiot I was. Max called me yesterday just before somebody cut his throat. Now then, Mason said, you keep some sort of a record of your own, do you not, in regard to your trips? Drinks about seven? She left without another word. Terrible, Drake said, I had acid indigestion all night. So can Stone, Dino said. Did you... did you know Sara w-well? His voice cracked before the end. What the fucks on your mind? Mr. Mason, the witness said, this is putting me in a very uncomfortable position. I dont want to testify against my wife in this matter, and I—.