Sandra Koval opened her arms. “Then what do you want here, Grace?”

“Answers, I guess.”

“It seems as if you already got some of those.” Then she raised her index finger and added, “Hypothetically speaking.”

“And maybe I want justice.”

“What justice? You just said yourself that what happened was understandable.”

“That part,” Grace said, her voice still soft. “If it ended there, yeah, I’d probably just walk away. But it didn’t.”

Sandra Koval sat back and waited.

“Sheila Lambert was scared too. She knew that her best move would be to change her name and disappear. You all agreed to disperse and stay silent. Geri Duncan, she stayed where she was. That was okay, at first. But then Geri found out she was pregnant.”

Sandra just shut her eyes.

“When he agreed to be John Lawson, Shane, my Jack, had to cut all ties and go overseas. Geri Duncan couldn’t find him. A month later she learns that she’s pregnant. She’s desperate to find the father. So she came to see you. She probably wanted to start new. She wanted to tell the truth and have her baby with a clean slate. You knew my husband. He would never turn his back on her if she insisted on having a child. Maybe he’d want to wipe the slate clean too. And then what would happen to you, Sandra?”

Grace looked down at her hands. They were still shaking.

“So you had to silence Geri. You’re a criminal defense attorney. You repped criminals. And one of them helped you find a hit man named Monte Scanlon.”

Sandra said, “You can’t prove any of this.”

“The years pass,” Grace went on. “My husband is now Jack Lawson.” Grace stopped and remembered what Carl Vespa had said about Jack Lawson seeking her out. Something there still didn’t mesh. “We have children now. I tell Jack I want to go back stateside. He doesn’t want to. I push him on it. We have kids. I want to be back in the United States. That’s my fault, I guess. I wish he had just told me the truth-”

“And how would you have reacted, Grace?”

She thought about it. “I don’t know.”

Sandra Koval smiled. “Neither, I guess, did he.”

It was, Grace knew, a fair point, but this was not the time for that sort of contemplation. She pressed on. “We ended up moving to New York. But I don’t know what happened next, Sandra, so you’re going to have to help me with this part. I think what with the anniversary and with Wade Larue coming free, Sheila Lambert-or maybe even Jack-decided it was time to tell the truth. Jack never slept well. Maybe they both needed to ease their guilt, I don’t know. You couldn’t go along with that, of course. They might be granted forgiveness but not you. You had Geri Duncan killed.”

“And again I ask: The proof of that is…?”

“We’ll get to that,” Grace said. “You’ve lied to me from the start, but you did tell the truth about one thing.”

“Oh goodie.” The sarcasm was thick now. “What was that?”

“When Jack saw that old picture in the kitchen, he did look up Geri Duncan on the computer. He found out she’d died in a fire, but he suspected it was no accident. So he called you. That was the nine-minute phone call. You were afraid he was about to crack, so you knew that you had to strike fast. You told Jack that you’d explain everything but not over the phone. You set up a meet off the New York Thruway. Then you called Larue and told him that this would be a perfect time to get his revenge. You figured Larue would have Wu kill Jack, not hold him like that.”

“I don’t have to listen to this.”

But Grace did not stop. “My big mistake was showing you the photograph that first day. Jack didn’t know I’d made a copy. There it was, a photograph of your dead brother and his new identity for all the world to see. You needed to keep me quiet too. So you sent that guy, the one with my daughter’s lunchbox, to scare me off. But I didn’t listen. So you used Wu. He was supposed to find out what I knew and then kill me.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough.” Sandra Koval stood. “Get out of my office.”

“Nothing to add?”

“I’m still waiting for proof.”

“I don’t really have any,” Grace said. “But maybe you’ll confess.”

She laughed at that one. “What, you don’t think I know you’re wired? I haven’t said or done one thing that’ll incriminate me.”

“Look out the window, Sandra.”

“What?”

“The window. Look down at the sidewalk. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Grace limped toward the huge picture window and pointed down. Sandra Koval moved warily, as if she expected that Grace would push her through it. But that wasn’t it. That wasn’t it at all.

When Sandra Koval looked down, a small gasp escaped her lips. On the sidewalk below them, pacing like two lions, were Carl Vespa and Cram. Grace turned away and started for the door.

“Where are you going?” Sandra asked.

“Oh,” Grace said. She wrote something down on a piece of paper. “This is Captain Perlmutter’s phone number. You have your choice. You can call and leave with him. Or you can take your chances with the sidewalk.”

She put the piece of paper on the conference table. And then, without looking back, Grace left the room.

Epilogue

Sandra Koval chose to call Captain Stuart Perlmutter. She then lawyered up. Hester Crimstein, the legend herself, was going to represent her. It would be a tough case to make, but the DA thought, because of certain developments, that he could do it.

One of those developments was the return of Allaw’s redheaded member, Sheila Lambert. When Sheila read about the arrest-and the media appeal for her help-she came forward. The man who shot her husband fit the description of the man who threatened Grace at the supermarket. His name was Martin Brayboy. He’d been caught and had agreed to testify for the prosecution.

Sheila Lambert also told prosecutors that Shane Alworth had been at the concert that night but that he had decided at the last minute not to go backstage and confront Jimmy X. Sheila Lambert wasn’t sure why he’d changed his mind, but she speculated that Shane realized John Lawson was too high, too wired, too willing to snap.

Grace was supposed to find comfort in that, but she’s not sure she did.

Captain Stuart Perlmutter had hooked up with Scott Duncan’s old boss, Linda Morgan, the U.S. attorney. They managed to turn one of the men from Carl Vespa’s inner circle. Rumor has it they’ll be arresting him soon, though it will be hard to nail him on Jimmy X’s murder. Cram called Grace one afternoon. He told her Vespa wasn’t fighting back. He stayed in bed a lot. “It’s like watching a slow death,” he told her. She didn’t really want to hear it.

Charlaine Swain brought Mike home from the hospital. They returned to their regularly scheduled lives. Mike is back at work. They watch TV together now instead of in separate rooms. Mike still falls asleep early. They’ve upped their lovemaking somewhat, but it’s all too self-conscious. Charlaine and Grace have become close friends. Charlaine never complains but Grace can see the desperation. Something, Grace knows, will soon give.

Freddy Sykes is still recuperating. He put his house up for sale and is buying a condo in Fair Lawn, New Jersey.

Cora remained Cora. Enough said on that subject.

Evelyn and Paul Alworth, Jack’s-or in this case, she should say, Shane’s-mother and brother, have also come forward. Over the years Jack had used the trust money to pay for Paul’s schooling. When he started working with Pentocol Pharmaceuticals, Jack moved his mother into that condominium development so they could be closer. They had lunch together at the condo at least once a week. Both Evelyn and Paul wanted very much to be a part of the children’s lives-they were, after all, Emma and Max’s grandmother and uncle-but they understood that it would be best to take it slow.