He was moving again and we took the turnoff for the international departures entrance at the American Airlines building.

Mercer waited until he let us out at the curb to drop his bombshell. “The lieutenant called with the lab results on the candies from Maureen’s secret admirer.”

I glanced over at Mike, who was fidgeting with his ticket, and knew immediately that that’s what he’d been whispering about to Sarah as we were leaving the office.

“Chocolate-covered cherries-which were laced with boric acid. Some sick puppy injected it using a needle that left a hole smaller than a pinprick. Almost invisible.”

As I opened my mouth to speak, Mercer grabbed my face between his enormous hands and leaned over to look me directly in the eye, our noses almost touching. “It’s okay, Alex. Nothing happened to her, you hear? This is exactly why we wanted her in that hospital in the first place-to draw our killer out.”

“But-”

“But nothing. You spoke to Mo yourself last night. You know she’s fine. Now, you get out of town and go about your business.”

“I just can’t-”

“Look at me again, girl-right in these big brown eyes. Are you telling me that you don’t trust me with Maureen’s well-being, huh?”

I shook my head back and forth.

“Now, go on, Coop. I hate long good-byes.”

Mike and I walked into the terminal together while he explained to me that it had been Mercer’s idea to tell me about the poisoned candy at the last possible moment. I was fretting because I couldn’t be with Mo, but I understood the logic of their decision and knew that she was a consummate professional.

Security was tight and we waited on the long line for the evening flights to Europe until our passports were studied, our luggage scanned, and our seats in the coach section of the 767 assigned.

“C’mon. I’ll take you up to the Admiral’s Club. We’ve got half an hour before they board us.”

Mike followed me down the corridor and into the elevator for the one-floor lift to the private lounge. I walked to the desk to show the attendant my membership card while Mike moved ahead to use one of the telephones for a last check at his office. The couple in front of me turned and I was surprised to recognize the distinguished-looking gentleman who was pocketing his ticket portfolio as he spotted me.

“Business or pleasure, Alex? Which way are you headed?” Justin Feldman greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

He was a superb lawyer, with an expertise in securities work, which usually kept him in the more rarefied atmosphere of the federal courts and not our scruffier forum. “It’s all business this time. London. Congratulations on that piece I saw inAmerican Lawyer last month-ten best securities litigators in the country. Nice press.”

“You’ll push me off that kind of list someday, as soon as you come over to our side. Meet my associate, Susan LaRossa. She makes it all possible, right?”

Susan was a few years younger than I but I had heard about her talent and courtroom skills from friends in the private sector. She extended a hand and we talked about our mutual acquaintances as we made a tentative date for lunch.

“Where are you two headed?”

“ Paris. Quick trip for a client in that banking scandal your boss is digging into. Battaglia’s been keeping us all well fed. Susan and I might even get into criminal court for a change on this one.”

The airline representative returned my club card and the three of us walked toward the lounge area. “Your name came up yesterday afternoon, in a meeting I had downtown at Milbank. What was it? Oh, of course-”

I was already biting my lip. There really are no secrets in New York. Six degrees of separation wasn’t an exaggeration.

“I understand Drew Renaud is mad about you. Just met, isn’t that right? Well, his partners say he seems happy and upbeat for the first time since his wife died.”

“We don’t even know each other, really. I’m sure there’s something else that has changed his mood-it’s awfully premature to even be-”

“He’s a wonderful guy, Alex-smart and solid. I know what brought it up. We were talking about coincidence and the odd circumstance that brought Susan and me into this case that we’re working on now. Drew’s partner said he’d heard of bizarre happenstances before, but the one about you, Drew, and that murder investigation you’re handling really startled him.”

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Justin quizzically. “Which ‘bizarre’ part of it are you talking about?”

“About Drew’s wife and the way she died.” Justin’s smile had disappeared and he looked somber now while Susan avoided my glance and focused her dark brown eyes on a spot on the floor.

“Cancer. She died of a brain tumor, right?” I didn’t get any connection and it was becoming obvious to Justin that he had more of the facts than I did. “The doctor who was killed, the case you’re handling-sorry I can’t recall her name.”

“Gemma Dogen.”

“Yes, well, we all assumed you knew about it. Carla Renaud died on the operating table. Drew had flown her to London for a procedure that was developed there. Very complicated, done by a crack team of neurosurgeons. Dogen was brought in from Minuit to assist in the surgery. Carla died while Dogen was working on her, in the middle of the operation.”

Images raced through my mind as I tried to remember the order of things. Had Drew told Joan Stafford he wanted to meet mebefore or after Gemma had been murdered? Had Gemma’s name come up in any of our conversations and had I raised it or had Drew? Why hadn’t he mentioned any of this to me? It had to be the most significant and traumatic event of his life.

“Sorry if I’ve upset you, Alex. We all thought it was great that you two were dating. Just odd that this case should come along right after you started seeing each other.”

“Not after, Justin. Dogen was killed several days before I was introduced to Drew.”

Why had he wanted to meet me? Was it me or was it because I was handling the case? Had he hated Dogen, I wondered? She had apparently failed to save his wife.

“Excuse me, please. Sorry, I’m just distracted. I’ve got to make a phone call before we board.”

“I’ve obviously upset you, Alex. I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine, Justin. Good to meet you, Susan. See you both again.”

There was an empty cluster of chairs in the far corner against a window and I made directly for it, picking up the phone on the side table. I dialed Joan’s home and punched in the digits of my credit card and PIN number. I got the answering machine. “Pick up, dammit. If you’re writing, or you’re on your StairMaster, or you’re on the other line, pick this up, Joannie. I’m desperate to speak with you before I get on that plane and I’m not kidding.”

I waited several seconds and got no reply. If Joan had been anywhere in earshot, she would have responded to me. “Beep me if you find this message in the next fifteen minutes,” I begged.

The first boarding announcement was made for our flight. I could see Mike across the large room laughing into the mouthpiece of the phone. I knew we had a long walk to the gate and still had to pass through the metal detector on our way down the hall. I checked my watch, looked at the phone number for Drew’s hotel that I had scribbled on the outside of the ticket envelope, and called San Francisco. It was the middle of the day and there was no chance that I would find him in his hotel room. Chapman was standing now, scanning the room for me, and headed toward me as he waved at me to get up to leave.

The operator connected me to Drew’s room, let it ring twelve times, and then got on to ask me if I wanted to leave a message for him. I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I wantedhim to tell me things without my asking. I wanted to know what Joan knew about any of this before I spoke with Drew directly. I wanted to know what kind of grudge he had harbored against Gemma Dogen for the two years since his wife’s tragic death. “No. You don’t need to leave word. I’ll try again later.”