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'Afterwards she took us over to HRT for a robotics demo；' he said from the doorway。 'She seeing anyone？'
I had nothing to say。
'I mean； I know she lives with another agent。 A woman。 But they're just roommates； right？'
His meaning was plain； and I froze； looking up as he walked off； whistling。 Furious； I collected an armload of paperwork and was getting up from my desk when Rose walked in。
'He can park his shoes under my bed anytime he wants；' she said in Ring's wake。
'Please！' I couldn't stand it。 'I thought you were an intelligent woman； Rose。'
'I think you need some hot tea；' she said。
'Maybe so。' I sighed。
'But we have another matter first；' she said in her businesslike way。 'Do you know someone named Keith Pleasants？'
'What about him？' For an instant； my mind locked。
'He's in the lobby；' she said。 'Very upset； refuses to leave until he sees you。 I started to call security； but thought I should check 。 。 。' The look on my face stopped her cold。
'Oh my God；' I exclaimed in dismay。 'Did he and Ring see each other？'
'I have no idea；' she said； and now she was very perplexed。 'Is something wrong？'
'Everything。' I sighed； dropping the paperwork back on my desk。
'Then you do or don't want me to call security？'
'Don't。' I walked briskly past her。
My heels were sharp and directed as I followed the hallway to the front； and around a corner into a lobby that had never been homey no matter how hard I had tried。 No amount of tasteful furniture or prints on walls could disguise the terrible truths that brought people to these doors。 Like Keith Pleasants； they sat woodenly on a blue upholstered couch that was supposed to be unprovocative and soothing。 In shock； they stared at nothing or wept。
I pushed open the door as he sprung to his feet； eyes bloodshot。 I could not quite tell if he were in a rage or a panic as he almost lunged at me。 For an instant； I thought he was going to grab me or start swinging。 But he awkwardly dropped his hands by his sides and glared at me； his face darkening as his outrage boiled over。
'You got no right to be saying things like that about me！' he exclaimed with clenched fists。 'You don't know me！ Don't know anything about me！'
'Easy； Keith；' I said； calmly； but with authority。
Motioning for him to sit back down； I pulled up a chair so I could face him。 He was breathing hard； trembling； eyes wounded and filled with furious tears。
'You met me one time。' He shot a finger at me。 'One lousy time and then say things。' His voice was quavering。 'I'm about to lose my job。' He covered his mouth with a fist； averting his eyes as he fought for control。
'In the first place；' I said； 'I have not said a word about you。 Not to anyone。'
He glanced at me。
'I have no idea what you're talking about。' My eyes were steady on him； and I spoke with quiet confidence that made him waver。 'I wish you d explain it to me。'
He was studying me with uncertainty； lies he had been led to believe about me wavering in his eyes。
'You didn't talk to Investigator Ring about me？' he said。
I checked my fury。 'No。'
'He came to my house this morning while my mama was still in bed。' His voice shook。 'Started interrogating me like I was a murderer or something。 Said you had findings pointing right to me； so I better confess。'
'Findings？ What findings？' I said as my disgust grew。
'Fibers that according to you looked like they came from what I had on the day we met。 You said my size fit what you think the size is of the person who cut up that body。 He said you could tell by the pressure applied with the saw that whoever did it was about my strength。 He said you were demanding all kinds of things from me so you could do all these tests。 DNA。 That you thought I was weird when I drove you up to the site 。 。 。'
I interrupted him； 'My God； Keith。 I have never heard so much bullshit in my life。 If I said even one of those things； I would be fired for inpetence。'
'That's the other thing；' Pleasants jumped in again； fire in his eyes。 'He's been talking with everyone I work with！ They're all wondering if I'm some kind of axe murderer。 I can tell by the way they look at me。'
He dissolved in tears as doors opened and several state troopers walked in。 They paid us no mind as they were buzzed inside； on their way down to the morgue； where Fielding was working on a pedestrian death。 Pleasants was too upset for me to discuss this with him any further； and I was so incensed with Ring that I did not know what else to say。
'Do you have a lawyer？' I asked him。
He shook his head。
'I think you'd better get one。'
'I don't know any。'
'I can give you some names；' I said as Wingo opened the door and was startled by the sight of Pleasants crying on the couch。
'Uh； Dr Scarpetta？' Wingo said。 'Dr Fielding wants to know if he can go ahead and receipt the personal effects to the funeral home。'
I stepped closer to Wingo； because I did not want Pleasants further upset by the business of this place。
'The troopers are on their way down；' I said in a low voice。 'If they don't want the personal effects； then yes。 Receipt them to the funeral home。'
He was staring hard at Pleasants； as if he knew him from somewhere。
'Listen；' I said to Wingo。 'Get him the names and numbers of Jameson and Higgins。'
They were two very fine lawyers in town whom I considered friends。
'Then please see Mr Pleasants out。'
Wingo was still staring； as if transfixed by him。
'Wingo？' I gave him a questioning look； because he did not seem to have heard me。
'Yes； ma'am。' He glanced at me。
I went past him； heading downstairs。 I needed to talk to Wesley； but maybe I should get hold of Marino first。 As I rode the elevator down； I debated if I should call the C。A。 in Sussex and warn her about Ring。 At the same time all of this was going through my mind； I felt dreadfully sorry for Pleasants。 I was scared for him。 As far…fetched as it might seem； I knew he could end up charged with murder。
In the morgue； Fielding and the troopers were looking at the pedestrian on table one； and there wasn't the usual banter because the victim was the nine…year…old daughter of a city councilman。 She had been walking to the bus stop early this morning when someone had swerved off the road at a high rate of speed。 Based on the absence of skid marks； the driver had hit the girl from the rear and not even slowed。
'How are we doing？' I asked when I got to them。
'We got us a real tough one here；' said one of the troopers； his expression grave。
'The father's going ape shit；' Fielding told me as he went over the clothed body with a lens； collecting trace evidence。
'Any paint？' I asked； for a chip of it could identify the make and model of the car。
'Not so far。' My deputy chief was in a foul mood。 He hated working on children。
I scanned torn； bloody jeans and a partial grille mark imprinted in fabric at the level of the buttocks。 The front bumper had struck the back of the knees； and the head had hit the windshield。 She had been wearing a small red knapsack。 The bagged lunch； and books； papers and pens that had been taken out of it pricked my heart。 I felt heavy inside。
'The grille mark