'Not yet. We'd just like to ask him a few questions.'

The uniformed officer took care of the preliminaries. Then Jake started.

'My name is Sheriff Jake Courier, Mr Steele. Do you remember me?'

'Yes, sir. You're handling my fiancee's disappearance.'

'That's correct. Now, Mr Steele, do you know a woman named Nancy Serat?'

'She was Kathy's roommate at Reston.'

'Are you aware that Nancy Serat was murdered last night?'

Christian's eyes widened. He turned to Myron. Myron nodded. 'My God… no.'

'Were you friends with Nancy Serat?'

His voice was hollow. 'Yes, sir.'

Mr Steele, can you tell us where you were last night?'

Myron interrupted. 'What time last night?'

From the time he left practice till he went to sleep.'

Myron hesitated. This was a trap. He could try to defuse it, or he could let Christian handle it on his own. Under most circumstances Myron would have stepped in and sounded a subtle warning of what the wrong answer might mean. But this time he sat back and watched.

'If you want to know if I was with Nancy Serat last night,' Christian said slowly, 'the answer is yes.'

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Myron breathed again. He looked back at the one-way mirror and stuck out his tongue. The demise of Mr Mature.

'What time was that?' Jake asked.

'Around nine o'clock.'

'Where did you see her?'

'At her house.'

'The one at 118 Acre Street?'

'Yes, sir.'

'What was the purpose of your visit?'

'Nancy returned from a trip that morning. She called and said she needed to talk to me.'

'Did she tell you why?'

'She said it had something to do with Kathy. She wouldn't tell me anything else over the phone.'

'What happened when you arrived at the house at 118 Acre Street?'

'Nancy practically shoved me out the door. She said I had to leave right away.'

'Did she say why?'

'No, sir. I asked Nancy what was going on, but she was insistent. She promised to call me in a day or two and tell me everything, but for now I had to go.'

'What did you do?'

I argued with her for a minute or two. She started getting upset and saying stuff that made no sense. I finally just gave up and left.'

'What sort of "stuff" was she saying?'

'Something about sisters reuniting.'

Myron sat up.

Jake asked, 'What about sisters reuniting?'

'I don't remember exactly. Something like "Time for sisters to reunite."

She really wasn't making much sense, sir.'

Jake looked at Myron. Myron looked back.

'Do you remember anything else she said?'

'No, sir.'

'Did you go straight home after that?'

'Yes, sir.'

'What time did you arrive home?'

'Ten-fifteen, I guess. Maybe a little later.'

'Is there anybody who can confirm the time?'

'I don't think so. I just moved into a condominium in Englewood. Maybe a neighbor saw me, I don't know.'

'Would you mind waiting here for a minute?'

Jake signaled for Myron to follow him. Myron nodded, leaned over to Christian. 'Don't say another word until I get back.'

Christian nodded.

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They stepped into the other room. The other side of the mirror, so to speak. County District Attorney Gary Roland had gone to Harvard Law School with Myron. A bright guy. Law review. Clerk for a Supreme Court justice. Gary Roland had first shown signs of political ambition while exiting his mother's womb.

He looked the same. Gray suit with vest (yes, he'd worn suits to class).

Hook nose. Small, dark eyes. Loose curly hair, like a seventies Peter Frampton's, only shorter.

Roland shook his head. Then he made a noise of disgusted belief.

'Creative client, Bolitar.'

'Not as creative,' Myron said, 'as your barber.'

Jake held back a laugh.

'I say we book him,' Roland continued. 'We'll announce it at the press conference.'

'Now I see it,' Myron said.

'See what?'

'The hard-on. When you said "press."'

Snickers.

Roland fumed. 'Still a comedian, eh, Bolitar? Well, your client is about to go down.'

I don't think so, Gary.'

'I don't care what you think.'

Myron sighed. 'Christian gave you a reasonable explanation for being at Nancy Serat's house. You got nothing else, ergo you got nothing. Besides, imagine the headlines if Christian's innocent. Young DA Makes Major Blunder. Tarnishes Name of Local Hero for Own Gain. Hurts Titans'

Chances for Super Bowl. Becomes Most Hated Man in State.'

Roland swallowed. He hadn't considered that. Blinded by the lights. The TV lights. 'Sheriff Courter, what do you think?'

Backpedal time.

'We have no choice,' Jake said. 'We have to let him go.'

'Do you believe his story?'

Jake shrugged. 'Who the hell knows? But we don't have enough to keep him.'

'Okay,' Roland said with a weighty nod. Important man. 'He's free to go.

But he better not leave town.'

Myron looked at Jake. 'Not leave town?' He laughed. Hard. 'Did he just say not to leave town?'

Jake was trying to hold it in. But his lip was quivering pretty good.

Roland's face turned red. 'Infantile,' he spat out. 'Sheriff, I want daily updates on this case.'

'Yes, sir.'

Roland gave everyone his most frightening glare. No one fell to their knees. He stormed out.

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'Must be nonstop laughs,' Myron said, 'working with him.'

'Gobs of fun.'

'Can Christian and I go now?'

Jake shook his head. 'Not until I hear all about your visit with Dean Gordon.

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Myron filled Jake in. Then he drove Christian home. On the way he filled Christian in too. On everything. Christian wanted to know. Myron wanted to spare him, but he knew he didn't have the right to keep things from him.

Christian did not interrupt with questions. In fact, he said nothing. On the field he was famous for his composure under any situation. Right now, Christian had on his best game face.

When Myron finished, neither spoke for several minutes. Then Myron said, 'Are you okay?'

Christian nodded. His face was pale. 'Thank you for being up-front with me,' he said.

'Kathy loved you,' Myron said. 'Very much. Don't forget that.'

He nodded again. 'We have to find her.'

'I'm trying.'

Christian shifted in the car seat so he could face Myron. 'When I was being wooed by all these big agencies, the whole process felt I don't know - so impersonal. It was all about money. Still is, I know that. I'm not being naive here, but you were different. I instinctively knew I could trust you. I guess what I'm trying to say is, you've become more than just an agent to me. I'm glad I chose you.'

'Me too,' Myron said. 'This might not be the best time to ask, but how did you hear about me in the first place?'

'Someone gave you a glowing recommendation.'

'Who?'

Christian smiled. 'You don't know?'

'A client?'

'No.'

Myron shook his head. 'I have no idea.'

Christian settled back in his seat. 'Jessica,' he said. 'She told me your life history. About your playing days, your injury, what you went through, how you worked for the FBI, how you went back to school. She said you were the best person she knew.'

'Jessica doesn't get out much.'