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      Cardin chuckled and pointed at the sleeping man in the opposite cell.

      “He already is present—in a manner of speaking,” Cardin said.

      Then he yelled at the man …

      “Hey, Ozzie. Sober up, why don’t you? I need legal representation. Make sure my rights don’t get violated. Although I guess that train’s left the station already, you drunken incompetent bastard.”

      The man in the rumpled suit sat up and rubbed his eyes.

      “What the hell are you yelling about?” he grumbled. “Can’t you see I’m trying to get some sleep? Jesus, I’ve got a son-of-a-bitch of a headache.”

      Jake’s mouth dropped open. The fat sheriff laughed heartily at his obvious surprise.

      Tallhamer said, “Agent Crivaro, I’d like you to meet Oswald Hines, the town’s only lawyer. He gets drafted into public defense duties from time to time. Conveniently enough, he got arrested a while ago for drunk and disorderly behavior, so he’s right here at hand. Not that that’s an unusual occurrence.”

      Oswald Hines coughed and grunted.

      “Yeah, I guess that’s the truth,” he said. “This is sort of my home away from home—or more like a second office, you might say. At times like now, it’s a handy location. I’d hate to have to walk anywhere else, the way I’m feeling at the moment.”

      Hines took a long, slow breath, staring blearily at the others.

      Then he said to Jake, “Listen up, Agent Whatever-Your-Name is. As this man’s defense attorney, I must insist that you leave him alone. He’s been asked too damn many questions for about a week now. In fact, he’s being held without cause.”

      The lawyer yawned and added, “Actually, I’d hoped he’d be gone by now. He’d better be out of here before I wake up again.”

      The lawyer started to lie back down when the sheriff said …

      “Stay awake, Ozzie. You’ve got work to do. I’ll go get you a cup of coffee. Do you want me to let you out of your cell so you can be closer to your client?”

      “Naw, I’m good right here,” Ozzie said. “Just hurry up with that coffee. You know how I like it.”

      Laughing, Sheriff Tallhamer said, “How is that again?”

      “In a cup of some sort,” Ozzie growled. “Go. Now.”

      Tallhamer went back into the office. Jake stood staring down at the prisoner for a moment.

      Finally Jake said, “Mr. Cardin, I understand you don’t have an alibi for the time of your ex-wife’s murder.”

      Cardin shrugged and said, “I don’t know where anybody got that idea. I was at home. I ate a frozen dinner, watched TV all evening, then slept the rest of the night through. I wasn’t anywhere near where it happened—wherever that was.”

      “Can anybody corroborate that?” Jake said.

      Cardin grinned and said, “No, but nobody can corroborate otherwise either, can they?”

      Observing Cardin’s snide expression, Jake wondered …

      Is he guilty and taunting me?

      Or does he just not understand the seriousness of his situation?

      Jake asked, “How was your relationship with your ex-wife at the time of the murder?”

      The lawyer called out sharply …

      “Phil, don’t answer that question.”

      Cardin looked across to the other cell and said, “Aw, shut up, Ozzie. I’m not going to tell him anything I haven’t told the sheriff a hundred times already. It won’t make no difference anyhow.”

      Then looking at Jake, Cardin said in a sarcastic tone …

      “Things were just peachy between me and Alice. Our divorce was perfectly amicable. I wouldn’t have hurt a hair on her pretty little head.”

      The sheriff had just returned and handed a cup of coffee to the lawyer.

      “Amicable, shit,” the sheriff said to Cardin. “The day of her murder, you went roaring into the beauty parlor where she worked, yelling right in front of her clientele that she’d ruined your life and you hated her guts and you wanted her dead. That’s why you’re here.”

      Jake put his hands in his pockets and said, “Would you care to tell me what that was all about?”

      Cardin’s lips twisted in an expression of savage anger.

      “It was the truth, that’s all—about her ruining my life, I mean. I’ve been down on my luck ever since the bitch threw me out and married that damned doctor. Just that day I got fired from my job as a short-order cook in Mick’s Diner.”

      “And that was her fault somehow?” Jake said.

      Cardin stared Jake straight in the eye and said through clenched teeth …

      “Everything was her fault.”

      Jake felt a chill at the sound of hatred in his voice.

      He’s a real blamer, he thought.

      Jake had dealt with more than his share of killers who couldn’t accept responsibility for anything that went wrong in their lives. Jake knew that Cardin’s fiery resentment was hardly proof of his guilt. But he could definitely understand why Cardin had been arrested in the first place.

      Still, Jake knew that keeping him in custody was another issue, now that there had been another murder. From what Chief Messenger had told Jake back in Dighton, there was no hard physical evidence linking Cardin with the crime. The only evidence was a history of threatening behavior, especially the recent outburst at the beauty parlor where Alice had worked. It was all circumstantial …

      Unless he says something incriminating right here and now.

      Jake said to Cardin, “I take it you’re not exactly a grieving ex-husband.”

      Cardin grunted and said, “Maybe I would be if Alice hadn’t done me so bad. Spent our whole marriage telling me what a loser I was—as if that toad she took up with was some kind of improvement. Well, I wasn’t no loser until she divorced me. It was only when I was on my own that things started going bad. It’s not fair …”

      Jake listened as Cardin kept griping on about his ex. His bitterness was palpable—and so was his heartbreak. Jake suspected that Cardin never stopped loving Alice, or at least wanting her. Part of him had always held out some vain hope that they’d wind up together again.

      However, his love for her was obviously sick, twisted, and obsessive—not love at all, in any healthy sense. Jake had known plenty of murderers who were driven by exactly that kind of thing they called love.

      Cardin paused from ranting for a moment, then said …

      “Tell me—is it true СКАЧАТЬ