She placed her elbow on her desk； chin in her hand and shook her head； eyes on me。
〃I hate to be the one who tells you this；〃 she said。
〃Oh God； now what？ Just when I thought it might be a good day。〃
〃The Institute's doing a mock crime scene and it appears their Luma…Lite is in for repairs。〃
〃Don't tell me。〃
〃Well； all I know is someone called here and Chuck took our Luma…Lite to them before he left for MCV〃
〃Then I'll just go get it back。〃
〃It's at an outdoor mock scene some ten miles away。〃
〃Who gave Chuck the authority to lend it to anyone？〃 I asked。
〃Just be glad it isn't stolen like half of everything else around here；〃 she said。
〃I guess I'll just have to go upstairs and do the examination in Vander's lab；〃 I said。
I walked into my office and sat down at my desk。 I took my glasses off and massaged the bridge of my nose。 I decided the time had e to set up a rendezvous between Bray and Chuck。 I signed on to Ruffin's address and e…mailed a note to Bray。
Chief Bray
Have some information you must know。 Please meet me at Beverly Hills Shopping Center at 5：30。 Park on back row near Buckhead's。 We can talk in your car so nobody sees us。 If you can't meet me； page me。 Otherwise I'll see you then。
Chuck
Then I sent him a text message page； purportedly from Bray； inviting him to the meeting。
〃Done；〃 I said； yielding to self…congratulation just as the phone rang。
〃Yo；〃 Marino said。 〃Your personal investigator here。 What'cha doing after work？〃
〃More work。 Remember I said two can play this game？ You're taking me to Buckhead's。 We wouldn't want to miss a little rendezvous between two people near and dear to our hearts； would we？ So I thought it might be nice if you took me out to dinner and we just happened to run into them；〃 I said。
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Marino met me in the parking lot as planned and we got in his monster Dodge Ram Quad Cab pickup truck because I didn't want to take the chance that Bray might recognize my Mercedes。 It was dark and frigid out but the rain had stopped。 I was riding so high I could almost look transfer truckers in the eye。
We followed Patterson Avenue toward Parham Road； a major thoroughfare in the city where people ate out and shopped and swarmed inside Regency Mall。
〃I gotta warn you there ain't always a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow；〃 he said； throwing a cigarette butt out the window。 〃One or both of them might decide not to show。 Hell； they may be on to us for all I know。 But； gotta give it a shot； right？〃
The Beverly Hills Shopping Center was a small strip of salons and a Ben Franklin Crafts & Frames store。 The location was not at all where one might expect to find the city's finest chophouse。
〃Don't see no sign of them；〃 Marino said as we scanned。 〃But we're a few minutes early。〃
He parked some distance away from the restaurant；
between two cars in front of Ben Franklin； and cut the engine。 I opened my door。
〃Just where do you think you're going？〃 he protested。
〃Inside the restaurant。〃
〃What if they roll up any minute and see you？〃
〃I have every right to be here。〃
〃What if she's in there at the bar？〃 he worried。 〃What are you going to say to her？〃
〃I'11 offer to buy her a drink and then e out and get you。〃
〃Christ； Doc。〃 Marino was getting increasingly adamant。 〃I thought the whole point of this is to burn her。〃
〃Relax and let me do the talking。〃
〃Relax？ I want to break the bitch's neck；〃 he said。
〃We have to be smart。 We walk out from behind a bunker and start firing； we might just get hit first。〃
〃You telling me you ain't going to tell her to her face you know what she's done？ The e…mail to Chuck and everything？〃
He was incredulous and furious and kept repeating himself。
〃Then what the hell are we doing here？〃 he went on。
〃Marino；〃 I tried to calm him down。 〃You know better than this。 You're an experienced detective； and that's what you have to be with her。 She's formidable。 I'm going to tell you right now you'll never muscle this woman into a corner。〃
He was silent。
〃Keep a lookout from your truck while I check the inside of the restaurant。。 If you spot her before I do； send me a tenfour on my pager and call the restaurant asking for me； just in case I don't get the page for some reason；〃 I said。
He angrily lit a cigarette as I opened my door。
〃It ain't fucking fair；〃 he said。 〃We know fucking well what she's doing。 I still say we confront her and show her she ain't as smart as she thinks。〃
〃You； of all people； know about building cases；〃 I reiterated。 I was getting worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself。
〃We saw what she sent Chuck。〃
〃Lower your voice；〃 I said。 〃We can't prove she sent that e…mail anymore than I can prove I didn't send e…mail that's being attributed to me。 I can't even prove I didn't write that dreadful column； for that matter。〃
〃Maybe I should just bee a soldier of fortune。〃
He blasted smoke into the rearview mirror； scanning。
〃Page or call me？〃 I asked as I climbed out。
〃What if you don't get the message in time？〃
〃Then run her over with your truck；〃 I impatiently replied； pushing the door shut。
I looked around as I walked toward the restaurant and saw no sign of Bray。 I had no idea what her personal car was but suspected she wouldn't show up in it； anyway。 I pulled open the heavy wooden door of Buckhead's and was greeted by carefree voices and ice clinking in glasses as the bartender made drinks with a flourish。 A mounted buck's head explained the restaurant's name。 Lights were low； the paneling dark； and crates and racks of wine were stacked almost to the ceiling。
〃Well； good evening。〃 The hostess at the podium smiled in a surprised way。 〃We've missed you； but I certainly know from the news that you've been a little busy。 What can I help you with？〃
〃A reservation in the name of Bray？〃 I inquired。 〃I'm not sure of the time：〃
She scanned the big reservation book； running a pencil down names and times。 Then she tried again。 She looked embarrassed。 After all； it was impossible to stroll into a good restaurant unannounced even on a weeknight。
〃I'm afraid not；〃 she quietly told me。
〃Hmmm。 Maybe it's in my name？〃 I tried again。
She tried again； too。
〃Gosh； I'm so sorry； Dr。 Scarpetta。 And we're full tonight because we have a group taking up the entire front room。〃
It was twenty of six now。 Tables were covered with redchecked cloths； small lamps burning on them； and the room was pletely empty because civilized people rarely dined before seven。
〃I was going to have a drink with a friend。〃 I continued my act。 〃I suppose we could eat early if you could fit us？ Maybe around six？〃
〃That's no problem at all；〃 she said； brightening up。
〃Then put me down；〃 I replied as my worries intensified。
What if Bray realized Chuck's car wasn't in the lot and became suspicious？
〃Then six it is。。。。。。。〃
I was acutely aware of the pager on my belt and listening for a phone to ring。
〃Perfect；〃 I said to the hostess。
This scenario curdled my sensibilities。 It was my nature； my training and my professional practice to always tell the truth； in no way to slip into the behavior of the wily； lowlife trial lawyer I could have been had I given myself up to manipulation； evasion and the gray areas of the law。
The hostess penciled my name in the book as my pager vibrated like a big insect。 I read the 10…4 on the display and hurried back through the bar。 I had no choice but to open the front door because the windows were opaque and I could not see through them。 I spotted the dark Crown Victoria。
Marino didn't do anything right away。 My anxiety grew as Bray parked and turned her headlights off。 I felt sure she wouldn't wait for Chuck very long and could already imagine her annoyance。 Little nobodies like him didn't dare to keep Deputy Chief Diane Bray waiting。
〃Is there something I can do for you？〃 the bartender asked me as he dried off a glass。
I continued to peer through the barely open door； wondering what Marino was going to do next。
〃I'm expecting someone who isn't sure exactly where you're located；' I said。
〃Just tell 'em we're next to Michelle's Face Works；〃 he said as…Marino got out of his truck。
I met him in the parking lot and we walked with purpose toward Bray's car。 She didn't notice us because she was talking on her portable phone and writing something down。 When Marino tapped on her window； she turned to us； startled。 Then her face turned hard。 She said something else on her portable and ended her call。 The window hummed down。
〃Deputy Chief Bray？ Thought that was you；〃。 Marino said as if they were old friends。
He bent down and peered inside her car。 Bray was clearly off balance and one could almost see her calculating thoughts regrouping in her lead as she pretended there was nothing unusual about our running into her here。
〃Good evening；〃 I politely said。 〃What a pleasant coincidence。〃
〃Kay； what a surprise；〃 she said in a flat voice。 〃How are you？ So you've discovered Richmond's little secret〃
〃By now； I