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drove home immediately after the dinner.’
    â€˜Nope.’ Rocco stood in the doorway shaking his head. ‘Nice try, but no way, Beatrice. You spent the night with a United States senator.’
    â€˜What senator?’ Norbert asked softly. ‘Is he, pray tell, from the State of Massachusetts?’
    Lyon shook his head in disgust at the man’s prurient interest. ‘She was probably with Senator Katherine Turman, who has a husband and five kids.’
    Bea shrugged.
    Norbert looked at Rocco. ‘Was it Turman?’
    â€˜Yep. I patched through to our station phone and it took a single call to establish that she spent the night at the home of our state’s junior senator. She also phoned Nutmeg Hill repeatedly last night and again early this morning. The house phone was reported out of order each time. She told Senator Turman that she was very concerned because of the recent death threats against Morgan. This morning she phoned me at home. If we need her, Senator Turman will make a great witness, but the phone company records will establish that the early call to my house came from a pay phone on Interstate Ninety-Five.’
    â€˜Her deposition will do,’ Norbert said. ‘I’m glad you cleared that little matter up, Rocco. Now, will you take your cuffs off your friend so we can formally charge him?’
    â€˜You don’t seem to understand, Norbie. Mr Wentworth is my prisoner. He will be formally booked in Murphysville and arraigned in superior court in a few days.’
    â€˜You’re out to lunch.’ Norbert turned to his two corporals, who seemed poised for instructions. ‘Take our prisoner to the car.’
    Both troopers immediately moved toward Lyon until Rocco inserted himself in their way. ‘You guys are going to have to come through me.’
    The taller of the state police officers, who was still six inches shorter than Rocco, turned toward his commanding officer. ‘Captain?’
    â€˜You have just shot your career down the tube, big man,’ Norbert said. ‘My sister will probably end up on welfare.’ He stalked out the doors and down from the patio towards the cruiser parked in the drive.
    â€˜I think you’ve created a mess for yourself,’ Lyon said to Rocco.
    Bea stood outside the French doors, looking down the drive. ‘Norbie is talking to the television crew. There’s one guy with a microphone and another with a camera. I think they’re interviewing him.’
    Rocco closed his eyes momentarily and then looked up at Lyon. ‘I would imagine that I am in deep, but you, old buddy, are so far down in a hole that you can’t even see the top. Once you get in the clutches of a police bureaucracy that’s convinced you’re guilty, you won’t even get bail. They’ll stop looking for anything except evidence that will hang you even higher.’
    â€˜It looks that bad?’ Lyon asked.
    â€˜Don’t be naive. Those guys have you convicted. I’ve bought a little time. If I don’t take you into superior court for arraignment in a few days, the state’s attorney will send Norbie a warrant, and there’s no way I can fight that. We had best make good use of the little time we have.’
    â€˜To find out who killed Morgan,’ Lyon said.
    â€˜I’m sure there’s not another person in this world who knows that Lyon keeps the numerology of his life on that paper in the desk,’ Bea said. ‘So there must be another way into that RV. Why don’t we start by finding out how Morgan was killed?’
    â€˜That makes sense,’ Lyon said as they left the house through the patio. They saw the RV, its front wheels raised up by a tow truck, start down the drive.
    â€˜What are they doing?’ Bea asked.
    â€˜They’ve impounded it and are taking it to the state garage for evidence examination,’ Rocco said.
    â€˜Then we don’t get to go through