Vendetta. Meredith Fletcher

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      “Yes.” Marion sipped the coffee. It was still so hot she barely tasted it.

      “I talked to Whitten before she went to the hospital.”

      “How is she?”

      Keller nodded. “She’s gonna be fine. Whitten’s one of the toughest women I’ve ever met.”

      “What about the other jailer?”

      A frown tightened Keller’s face. “Ambulance guys said she probably had a concussion. Maybe a cracked skull and a dislocated jaw. They also said she was lucky she wasn’t dead.”

      Marion remembered how smoothly the woman had moved during the fight. “If she’d wanted anyone dead, she would have done it.”

      “Maybe you’re right.”

      There was no maybe to it. Marion knew she was right. “She chose not to kill them.”

      “The same way she chose to kill Marker?” Keller looked at Marion. “Don’t go getting soft on her, Counselor. Whatever else that woman is, she’s a cold-blooded killer.”

      On the other side of the one-way glass, the woman sat unmoving. Blood dripped down her face to the jumpsuit. Except for the steady drip of blood, she might have been carved of stone.

      “Did Whitten tell you about the fight?” Marion asked.

      Keller nodded. “Said she used some kind of karate or something.”

      “It wasn’t jujitsu.” Marion sipped her coffee and found it a little cooler. “But it was something organized. Something dangerous.”

      “Something like Bruce Lee in The Green Hornet?” Keller smiled mirthlessly.

      “Yes. Where would she get specialized training like that?”

      “Who said she was trained?”

      “Do you think she wasn’t?”

      Keller’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the woman. “Oh, I think she was trained. I’ve been contemplating the possibility that the Russians trained her.”

      The Russians? Then Marion grasped the meaning behind the suggestion. “You think she’s a spy?”

      “The kind of training that woman has? The cold-blooded way she killed Marker?” Keller nodded. “I bet when we figure out who she really is, we’ll find out she’s a Communist spy.”

      Although the newspapers and television media kept the threat of a nuclear war in the public eye, Marion didn’t buy into the thinking as much as many others did. She chose to believe the Cold War would defuse itself before international annihilation manifested.

      “You think she killed Marker as part of her assignment?” she asked

      “Don’t know yet. But I know she intended to leave a message for somebody.”

      “Why?”

      Keller slipped two fingers into his shirt pocket and took out a thin rectangle covered in clear plastic wrap. “Because she left this at the murder scene.” He held the object out. “Careful when you handle it.”

      The evidence was a playing card. Specifically, it was the Queen of Hearts. Dark smudges of fingerprint powder marred the card’s surface and gave the queen a dirty face.

      “These are her fingerprints?” Marion asked.

      “And Marker’s.”

      “That doesn’t mean that she brought the card to the murder scene. Since Marker’s prints are on it, he could have just as easily brought the card.”

      “So while she’s pointing a gun at him, with her foot in the middle of his chest, he asks her to take a look at a playing card? Or let’s say Marker did that. Why would she take the card while she’s holding a gun on him?”

      Marion handed the card back. “I don’t know.”

      Keller tucked the card back into this shirt pocket and buttoned the flap. “I think she used the card because it meant something to Marker. It was something he’d recognize. Since they’ve got a history—”

      “You can’t prove that.”

      “You don’t just break into a stranger’s motel room, put your foot on his chest and shoot his face off,” Keller said gruffly.

      Marion winced.

      Keller sighed. “Sorry about that. Sometimes I’m a little too plainspoken.”

      “That’s all right.”

      “But the fact of the matter, Counselor, is that those two people— Marker and that woman—knew each other before they came here. We’ve just got to figure out how.”

      “What do we do now?”

      “We talk to her,” Keller said. “See if she’s ready to tell us why she killed Marker.”

      Looking at the woman, Marion sincerely doubted that was going to happen.

      Someone knocked at the open door. A deputy leaned into the room. “Sheriff Keller? There’s a man in the lobby who says he’s that woman’s attorney. He’s demanding to see her.”

      That surprised Marion. She looked at Keller. “Has she called anyone?”

      Keller shook his head. “Did the attorney give you a name?”

      “Yes, sir. Even gave me a card.” The deputy entered the room and handed it over.

      Keller took the card. Marion looked over his shoulder.

      Adam D. Gracelyn

      Attorney-At-Law

      A mild expletive escaped Keller’s lips. He looked at the deputy and nodded. “Bring Gracelyn to me.”

      Marion knew the name. The Gracelyns were part of the old money families in Phoenix. She’d never met any of them, but she’d read about them in the Phoenix Sun society pages. There had been something about Adam Gracelyn passing the bar exam a few years ago.

      The deputy left.

      “This isn’t good,” Keller said quietly.

      “Why?”

      “Adam Gracelyn’s a real firebrand when you get him riled. With all his daddy’s money, you’d think he’d just settle down to a nice long stay as one of daddy’s corporate lawyers. Instead he signed on with the public defender’s office. He specializes in representing minorities and the disenfranchised. He’s going to be trouble.”

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