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Dead Watch

Dead Watch

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Autoren: John Sandford
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the fireplace.
    “This day . . .”
    “I can imagine.”
    “A nightmare. I’ve got people I don’t like all over the place. I’ve got the media, I’ve got the FBI . . .”
    “It’s the only thing on the news,” Jake said.
    “Yes.” She shuddered. “Somewhere, though, Lincoln is laughing. He would have hated to go as an old man with tubes dripping into his veins. He’d have wanted something spectacular. He once told me that if he lived to be eighty-five, he’d buy the fastest Porsche he could find, wind it up to two hundred miles an hour, and aim it at a bridge abutment. The only thing he wouldn’t like about this is that Goodman lived longer than he did. He would have hated the thought that he hadn’t managed to take Goodman down.”
    “You don’t sound . . . mmm.”
    “As upset as I might? Dead is dead. I was expecting it, to tell you the truth. I knew he hadn’t just wandered off.” She exhaled, slumped another inch; her eyes looked tired, with undisguised crow’s-feet at the corners. “Do you think this Schmidt person killed my husband?”
    He said nothing for a moment, considering her, then said, “I don’t know. I’m not trying to avoid the question. I just don’t know.”
    “Are the Watchmen involved?”
    He thought about the five men in Goodman’s parlor. “I don’t know that, either. My inclination, at this moment, is to think they are not.”
    Now it was her turn to consider him. Finally she said, “They are. Somewhere along the way, somehow, they’re involved.”
    “I don’t know that,” he said. “I do know that they are running around like chickens over there. Between you and me, I can tell you that Goodman and all of his top people are personally involved in trying to figure out what happened.”
    “You talked to him?”
    “Tonight, at the governor’s mansion. They’re worried. They believe there’s a conspiracy against them. They believe that your husband was part of it, and that you may be.”
    She shook her head, then asked, “Is it safe to walk here? The streets?”
    “Sure.”
    “So let’s take a walk around the block. I mean . . .” She flushed. “If your leg . . .”
    “My leg’s okay,” he said. “Let me get my stick.”
    They walked down the back stoop, past her car, out the alley to the sidewalk. She said, “Something happened today. Maybe. Everything was moving so fast, everything is so foggy.”
    “What happened?”
    “Let me think about it for a minute . . .”
    They’d gone to the left, out of the alley. The corner house had an old-fashioned front porch, and a couple was sitting in a porch swing. Jake tapped along with his stick, and the man called, “Is that you, Jake?”
    “Yeah, going for a walk. How’re things?”
    “Very quiet, when they aren’t ripping up the street on your block. You can hear the jackhammers all over the goddamned neighborhood.”
    “Ought to be done in a week,” Jake said. “Then my house will be worth a lot more money.”
    “But not mine,” the man said.
    “Suck it up, Harley,” Jake said. The woman laughed, and Jake and Madison continued down the sidewalk.
    When they were out of earshot of the couple on the porch, Madison said, “I’m telling this to you, and not the FBI. The FBI would pretend to hold the information, but there’d be leaks, it’d all be the most cheesy kind of thing . . . I’m telling you because you’re political, but you’re still in a position where maybe you could get justice for Linc.”
    “Okay.”
    They walked along, and then she said, “Lincoln is not—was not—one hundred percent oriented toward women. Sexually.”
    “Ah, jeez,” Jake said, and stopped in his tracks.
    “It’s not unheard of, even for U.S. senators,” Madison said.
    “It could have a bearing on the murder,” Jake said. “It could be a purely personal matter. In fact, if he was romantically active, then there’s better than a fifty-fifty chance . . .”
    They were facing each other and she reached out and put a hand on his chest. “Gay doesn’t mean violent.”
    “Of course not. But given any kind of secret sex life, and then a disappearance, there’s usually a connection. That’s just the way it is,” he said.
    “What, you’re the big crime historian now?”
    “No. But I read the papers, for Christ’s sake.”
    “If that’s what it is, then it will come out. But that really isn’t the way it is—I know some of his friends, and they’re a good

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