“Seamus gave up all thought of getting any sleep. He was worried about Carey. Hearing that someone you knew had been brutally murdered, even if you hated him, was tough to take. Maybe especially if you hated him. Hate, after all, was as strong a feeling as love, and more likely to cause a sense of guilt. He remembered all too well the strong antipathy Carey had felt for Harry Downs. She'd made no secret of it around Seamus. She drank her coffee in silence, not even looking at him. Then she poure...d another cup. The first signs of a red dawn were beginning to streak the sky, and through the windows the shadowy shapes of the plants in her garden were just becoming visible. The dirty dishes were piled beside the sink, and he thought about washing them, just to have something to do. Fatigue felt as if it had seeped into his bones, though, so he let it go. He sat and waited. “He was the lead attorney on the Otis case,” she said again. “I know.” She looked at him for what felt like the first time in hours.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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