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has he been employed at the Times?"
    "Four years. Before that he was with the Post. And before that he was a freelancer, writing books about the museum and the Boston Aquarium. I'll send you a copy of his résumé —" Here her voice went very low. "If you want."
    "Thank you, that would be helpful." D'Agosta made a notation. Then he glanced up at her again. "Nora, I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Do you have any idea why Fearing did this?"
    Nora shook her head.
    "No run–ins? Bad blood?"
    "Not that I know of. Fearing was just someone who lived in the building."
    "I know these questions are difficult, and I appreciate —"
    "What's difficult, Lieutenant, is knowing that Fearing is still free. You ask what you need to know."
    "Okay. Do you think his intention was to molest you?"
    "It's possible. Although his timing was bad. He came into the apartment right after I left." She hesitated. "Can I ask you a question, Lieutenant?"
    "Of course."
    "At that time of night, he would have expected us both to be home, right? But all he had was a knife."
    "That's right, just a knife."
    "You don't break into someone's apartment with a knife if you expect to confront two people. Anyone can get a gun these days."
    "Quite right."
    "So what do you think?"
    D'Agosta had been thinking about that quite a lot. "It's a good question. And you're sure it was him?"
    "That's the second time you've asked me that question."
    D'Agosta shook his head. "Just making sure, that's all."
    "You are looking for him, aren't you?"
    "Damn right we are." Yeah, like in his grave. They had already started the paperwork for an exhumation. "Just a few more questions. Did Bill have any enemies?"
    For the first and only time, Nora laughed. But there was no humor in it; just a low, mirthless snort. "A New York Times reporter? Of course he did."
    "Anyone in particular?"
    She thought a moment. "Lucas Kline."
    "Who?"
    "He runs a software development company here in the city. Likes to shag his secretaries, then intimidate them into keeping their mouths shut. Bill wrote an exposé on him."
    "So what makes him stand out?"
    "He sent Bill a letter. A threatening letter."
    "I'd like to see it, please."
    "No problem. Kline isn't the only one, though. There were these animal rights pieces he was working on, for example. I've been making a list in my head. And there were those strange packages …"
    "What strange packages?"
    "He'd gotten two in the last month. Little boxes with strange things in them. Tiny dolls sewed out of flannel. Animal bones, moss, sequins. When I go home …" Her voice broke, but she cleared her throat and resumed doggedly. "When I get home, I'll go through his clips and collect all the recent stories that might have angered someone. You should talk to his assignment editor at the Times to find out what he was working on."
    "That's already on my list."
    She went quiet for a minute, looking at him with those red, determined eyes. "Lieutenant, doesn't it strike you that this was a particularly inept crime? Fearing walked in and out without any regard for witnesses, with no attempt to disguise himself or avoid the security camera."
    This was another point that D'Agosta had been mulling over: was Fearing really that stupid? Assuming it was him to begin with. "There's still a lot to clear up."
    She held his gaze a moment longer. Then her eyes dropped to the bedcovers. "Is the apartment still sealed?"
    "No. Not as of ten o'clock this morning."
    She hesitated. "I'm being released this afternoon and I … I want to get back in as soon as possible."
    D'Agosta understood. "I'm already having the — having it prepared for your return. There's a company that does this sort of thing at short notice."
    Nora nodded, turning her head away.
    This was his cue to leave, and D'Agosta rose. "Thank you, Nora. I'll keep you informed of our progress. If you think of anything more, will you let me know? You'll keep me in the loop?"
    She nodded again without looking at him.
    "And remember what