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document from an inside pocket and unfolded it. 'You've never seen one of these. Sergeant. Harry has. It's a Presidential warrant. You belong to me, not NYPD, and so does he. Now let's get moving.'

It was the following morning when Parker picked up the Buick at the Plaza Hotel. The woman in the rear of the police car was very personable, around forty and smartly dressed, a briefcase on the floor beside her.
Blake sat in front and Parker said, 'Assistant District Attorney Madge McGuire.'
She shook hands as they drove away. 'I understand you're FBI, Mr Johnson.'
'Used to be.' He turned to Parker. 'Did you tell her?' 'How could I?'
Blake took out his Presidential warrant and passed it across. Madge McGuire read it. 'Jesus Christ.'
She handed it back and Blake put it in his pocket. 'So, what do you think?'
'We're wasting our time. Dammit, Mr Johnson, we all know the reality, but we can't prove it. You'll see – Fox will be all sweetness and light: any way he can help, he will, but when we finish we'll be no better off than when we started. His attorney, Carter Whelan, will be there, by the way. That one is a serpent.'
"Fine by me.'
`Okay. I'm bound by that warrant, but let me do my job, Mr Johnson.'
-'Be my guest.'
When they got there, Fox was sitting behind a desk, wearing an excellent navy blue suit, his hair swept back from his handsome face. The man who sat beside him, Carter Whelan, was small, balding, and wore a black suit.
'I'm Madge McGuire, Assistant District Attorney, and this is Captain Harry Parker.'
'Pleased to meet you, Miss McGuire. I'm sure you know my attorney, Carter Whelan. And you are aware, I'm sure, that I'm an attorney myself. May I ask who this other gentleman is?'
'Blake Johnson, also an attorney,' Blake told him. 'I believe you knew my wife.'
Whelan said, 'He's no right to be here.'
Fox cut in. 'I've no objection. I was distressed to know of Katherine Johnson's untimely end. You have my sym pathy.'
Parker said, 'Evidence would suggest that Mrs Johnson's death was no accident. Could you assist us in that matter, Sir?'
Whelan said, 'Jack, you don't need to answer any of this.'
'Why not?' Fox shrugged. 'I've nothing to hide. I knew Katherine Johnson, gave her interviews, and she did an article about me for Truth magazine. It's in the latest edition. Quite flattering, actually.'
'Except for the references to the Solazzo family.' 'Just how well did you know her, sir?' Parker asked. Fox said, 'I knew her well.'
'How well?'
Fox seemed to struggle with himself. 'All right, we had a brief affair. It only lasted a few weeks, and I didn't want to mention it, because I didn't want to damage her reputation in any way. For God's sake, the lady is dead.'
It was an impressive performance.
Madge McGuire said, 'Did you ever know her to use heroin?'
Fox struggled with himself again, got up, went to the window, turned, face working. 'Yes, once. I caught her at her apartment. I was shocked, tried to remonstrate. She said she'd only just started and promised to stop, but ... I guess she didn't.'
Whelan said, 'She was obviously not very practised with it and must have accidentally given herself too much, or had a particularly lethal batch.'
'Still, there are certain anomalies,' Parker told him. 'Which have nothing to do with my client.' Whelan turned to Madge McGuire. 'Are we finished here?'
'Yes,' Madge said. 'That'll do for now. Thank you for your cooperation.'
She stood up, and Fox said, 'Hasn't Mr Johnson anything to say?'
Blake stood up, face pale, eyes very dark. 'Not really. It's all pretty clear,' and he turned and walked out.
In the car, Madge said, 'There's no case, people. It's not even worth trying to bring one. He just gave the explanation for the lack of track marks – she'd just started shooting and didn't know what she was doing.
' 'But if she'd shot up before, wouldn't there be some tracks?'
'If it was only a few times, not necessarily. Whelan would laugh it out of court, Mr