"So he really is sick?"

"Yes."

"But Jimmy didn't believe you."

"No. Jimmy's parents told him I was the root of all evil, and as time passed, Jimmy loved me less and believed them more."

Bobby still had to think about it.

"All right," he said quietly, and went to find a phone. D.D. wasn't happy to see him again. He'd called her direct and she was on-scene in twenty minutes, wearing a leather jacket, stiletto boots, and a scowl. The crime-scene techs followed close on her heels.

"You're a fuckin' idiot," she growled as she stormed through the door.

"One suicidal fuckin' idiot."

"Careful. Kid." Bobby jerked his head toward the front parlor, where Catherine now had Nathan fast asleep in his nest of pillows. Bobby didn't know how the kid could sleep through all the chaos, but then, he didn't know anything about kids.

D.D. grimaced. She disappeared upstairs to view the scene for herself. He waited patiently in the foyer, leaning against the wall. More uniforms were coming in now. One fresh-faced kid set himself up discreetly in the entranceway, where he could watch Bobby standing in the foyer and Catherine sitting silently in the parlor. Periodically, Bobby would look over at the rookie and yawn mightily. It was fun to watch the rookie struggle not to yawn back.

Fifteen minutes later, D.D. returned, jerking her head toward a quiet corner. He obediently followed her over for the sidebar. They both understood they had to talk sooner versus later-it was only a matter of time before Copley stalked onto the scene, drawn by the fresh scent of blood.

"What the hell are you doing, Bobby?" D.D. demanded without preamble.

"She called, said there was an intruder in her house and asked me to come over. What was I supposed to do?"

"Call BPD."

"You think they would've taken her seriously? Thanks to Copley, most of the department seems to have her pegged as a murderer."

"Not your concern, Bobby. Your career is your concern, and just to enlighten you, these little stunts don't help you out."

"Funny how many people suddenly care about my career," he murmured.

"Bobby-" "I didn't think there was an intruder," he said.

D.D. finally quieted. Now that he was getting serious, her temper calmed.

"What'd you think?"

He shrugged.

"That it was a ploy. That she wanted to talk to me alone. That she was probably going to lobby me for one thing or another."

"About the shooting?"

"Yeah."

D.D. grunted.

"Better reason for you not to have come."

"Of course. Officer should have no contact with the victim's family poStincident. Think I haven't read the manual? I've read the manual."

"So why did you come?"

"Because I shot this woman's husband, and what the manual doesn't tell you is that leaves you feeling all torn up inside, and yeah, desperate for answers, or maybe even just for someone to say, Officer, you did the right thing. Officer, I forgive you. Officer, you can go on with your life now, it's gonna be okay." D.D. expelled a breath.

"Ah Jesus, Bobby-" Bobby cut her off. He didn't want to hear it anymore.

"I received a call from Mrs. Gagnon shortly after ten-thirty," he said crisply.

"Upon arriving in Back Bay, I parked my car and walked the rest of the way here. Halfway down the block, I saw the silhouette of a body hanging in the fourth-story window. You can say I moved a little quicker.

"Upon entering the lobby of the townhouse, I encountered Mrs. Gagnon and her son curled up on the floor in front of the elevator, obviously fearful. After instructing Mrs. Gagnon and her son to stay put, I took the stairs up to the front entrance of her residence. I entered armed with a fully loaded nine-millimeter, which I am licensed to carry. I conducted a full sweep of the residence, level by level, finishing in the master bedroom, where I walked through the open door to find the body of Prudence Walker swinging from the rafters.

"After reading the note resting upon the mattress, I exited the room, careful not to disturb anything and closing the door behind me with the cuff of my shirt. I then came downstairs and notified Mrs. Gagnon that it was time to call the police."

D.D. mimicked his stilted professional tone back to him.

"And how did Mrs. Gagnon react to the news?"

"She appeared startled that Prudence would hang herself."

"What did she say?"

"That since Prudence was a lesbian, it was highly unlikely that she was Jimmy Gagnon's lover."

"Really?" That caught D.D."s attention. She made a note.

"Do you have confirmation?"

"Well, we could ask Prudence," Bobby said dryly, "but she's dead."

D.D. rolled her eyes.

"What else did you and Mrs. Gagnon discuss?"

"She was concerned about what the police would think of the note. In particular, she and her in-laws are engaged in a custody battle over her son and she feared the police might use the note as an excuse to remove Nathan from her custody."

"Reasonable fear."

"I told her the police were smart enough to realize that the suicide was staged."

"You fucking did not!"

"I fucking did."

"Jesus H. Christ, Bobby, why the hell didn't you hand her evidence to destroy as well?"

"If I hadn't told her that, she wouldn't be here right now, D.D. She'd have grabbed the kid and fled."

"And you would've stopped her."

"How? By pointing my gun at her and her four-year-old son? Somehow, I don't think she would've taken me seriously."

"You had no right to give away details of a scene. You deliberately hampered the progress of this investigation-" "I called you in. Without me, you had nothing."

"With you, we have nothing."

"No, you have a name."

"What name?"

"James Gagnon."

D.D. stopped, blinked her eyes several times, then peered at him in genuine confusion.

"Judge Gagnon? You think he killed Prudence Walker?"

"Catherine thinks he did. Or hired someone to."

"Why?"

"To implicate her in the death of her husband. Ask around, D.D. It's no secret that Judge Gagnon is real distraught over the death of his son. And it's no secret he blames Catherine."

"For God's sake, Bobby, he's a superior court judge-" "Who just yesterday invited me up to his hotel suite, where he offered to drop all criminal charges against me in return for my promise to testify that on the night of the shooting, I heard Catherine deliberately provoke Jimmy into pointing the gun."

"You don't have audio."

"I mentioned that. The judge said not to worry about it. He'd take care of it."

"He'd take care of it?"

Bobby shrugged.

"All he needs is one other guy who was at the scene to say he heard what I heard. The judge has long arms and deep pockets. I'm guessing I'm not the only one receiving his outreach." "Shit," D.D. said heavily.

"I have a deadline-five o'clock tomorrow," Bobby said quietly.

"I can lie about Catherine and watch my legal troubles go away. Or I can tell the truth, in which case, the judge will seek to bury me."

D.D. squeezed her eyes shut.

"Politics and murder. Great, great, great." She opened her eyes.

"Okay, so what are you going to do?"

He was honestly offended.

"You shouldn't have to ask."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"The hell you didn't."

"Bobby-" "We were friends once. I still remember it, D.D. Do you?"

She didn't answer right away. Which was answer enough. Bobby pushed away from the wall.

"Investigate how you need to investigate, D.D. But if you want my two cents, Tony Rocco and Prudence Walker are both dead for the same reason."

"Because they knew Catherine Gagnon."

"Because they were allies of Catherine Gagnon. I spoke to Dr. Rocco the day he died-he fervently believed Catherine wasn't harming Nathan. Catherine trusted him as Nathan's doctor, just as she trusted Prudence to help with Nathan. Now she has no one."