governor seemed to get a grip. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders, pulled away from me, and turned to Mel.
âPlease forgive that outburst,â she said, managing to put her public mask on over her private hurt. âYou must be Agent Soames. Ross told me about you. Do come in, but if you donât mind, Iâll visit with you in my study rather than taking you into the living room. Itâs more private in there.â
I understood what the word âprivateâ meant in that instance. There was a convalescing patient somewhere in the house, and Marsha Longmire didnât want her husband to overhear a word of what weâd be discussing.
After the heat outside, the interior of the house was comfortably cool. Marsha took us into a small office that was just to the left of the front door. Two walls were full of tall bookshelves, loaded with what appeared to be leather-bound volumesâa decorator statement, most likely, rather than books that had ever been read. There was a magnificent but apparently little-used desk at the base of one wall of shelves. There was a seating area in front of the desk made up of four worn leather chairs around a coffee table. Depending on the season, the focus of the seating area could be either a gracious window that overlooked the front of the manicured grounds or a gas-log fireplace on the opposite wall. Currently the window was in vogue.
Marsha directed us to the seating area. Before taking a seat herself, she plucked a box of tissues from the corner of the desk and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
âHave you seen it?â she asked.
Mel and I didnât have to ask what âitâ meant. We both knew.
âYes,â I said. âWeâve both watched the clip several times.â
Marsha Longmireâs eyes looked haunted. âIâve never seen anything like it,â she said. âAt first I thought it was just a game, but itâs not. It wasnât.â
âNo, maâam,â Mel agreed. âIt wasnât a game.â
âAnd the girl is really dead?â
âSo it would appear,â Mel replied. âWe canât be certain, of course.â
Tears welled up again. Marsha took a ragged breath. âShe had such a nice smile. Iâm going to be seeing that smile in nightmares for the rest of my life. You have to find out who did this, even if . . .â She stopped cold because she was thinking the unthinkableâthat somehow one of the hands pulling the deadly scarf tight around an unsuspecting little girlâs neck belonged to her husbandâs beloved grandson.
Marsha seemed to focus on Mel now rather than on me. âHow do you do it?â Marsha asked. âHow can you stand to deal with all those dead people?â
âSomeone has to,â Mel answered. âSomeone has to look out for the victims. Sometimes weâre all they have.â
Marsha nodded. âThatâs what Ross said, too, but I canât believe that Josh would be involved in something like this. The idea that heâd even have the imageââ She broke off and then shivered. âItâs chilling. I canât take it in. But if he wasnât involved somehow, why would someone send it to him?â
Thereâs a time for brusque questions, and thereâs a time for gentle conversation. This was the latter, and Mel is better at doing that than anyone I know.
âFirst off, Madam Governorââ she began.
âPlease, call me Marsha,â the governor interrupted. âIâm not feeling very much like a governor today.â
âFirst off, Marsha,â Mel began again, âthereâs no way to tell how old the film is. We may discover that itâs something that has been out there on the Internet for a long time.â
âYou mean like on YouTube or something? Do they have sites like that?â
âUnfortunately, yes,â Mel answered.
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