The 9th Judgment

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Author: James Patterson
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Jacobi.”
    “You’ve heard of Marcus Dowling?”
    “The actor?”
    “His wife was just shot by an intruder,” Jacobi told me. “I’m on my way over to the Dowling house now.”

Chapter 11
    THE DOWLING HOUSE is on Nob Hill, a sprawling mansion taking up most of the block, ivy growing up the walls, potted topiaries
     on either side of the large oak door. It couldn’t have been more different from the Bentons’ humble home.
    Before Conklin could reach for the bell, Jacobi opened the door. His face was sagging from stress. His eyelids drooped, and
     he almost looked older tonight than he had when we’d both taken bullets on Larkin Street.
    “It happened in the bedroom,” he told me and my partner. “Second floor. After you’ve taken a look at the scene, join us downstairs.
     I’ll be in the library with Dowling.”
    The bedroom shared by Marcus and Casey Dowling looked like it had been ripped from the pages of a Neiman Marcus catalog.
    The bed, centered on the west-facing wall, was the size of Catalina, with a button-tucked bronze silk headboard, silk throw
     pillows, and rumpled satin bedding in bronze and gold. There were more tassels in this room than backstage at the Mitchell
     Brothers’
Girls, Girls, Girls!!!
review.
    A dainty console table was on the floor, surrounded by broken knickknacks. Taffeta curtains swelled at the open window, but
     I could still smell the undertones of gunpowder in the air.
    Charlie Clapper, director of our Crime Scene Unit, was taking pictures of Casey Dowling’s body. He flapped his hand toward
     me and Conklin in greeting and said, “Frickin’ shame, a beautiful woman like this.” He stepped back so we could take a look.
    Casey Dowling was naked, lying faceup on the floor, her platinum hair splayed around her, blood on her palms. It made me think
     she’d clasped her hands to the chest wound before she fell.
    “Her husband says he was downstairs rinsing dinner dishes when he heard two gunshots,” Clapper told me. “When he came into
     the room, his wife was lying here. That table and the bric-a-brac were broken on the floor, and the window was open.”
    “Was anything taken?” Conklin asked.
    “There’s some jewelry missing from the safe in the closet. Dowling says the contents were insured for a couple of million.”
    Clapper walked to the window and held back the curtain, revealing a hole cut in the glass.
    “Intruder used a glass cutter, then opened the lock. Drawers look untouched. The safe wasn’t blown, so either he knew the
     combination or, more likely, the safe was already open. Bullets are inside the missus. No shell casings. This was a neat job
     until he knocked over the table on the way out. We’ve just gotten started. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find prints or trace.”
    Clapper is a pro, with some twenty-five years on the force, a good part of it in Homicide before he went over to crime scene
     investigation. He’s sharp, and he actually helps without getting in the way.
    I said, “So this was a burglary that went to hell?”
    Clapper shrugged. “Like all professional cat burglars, this one was organized, even fastidious. Maybe he carries a gun for
     emergencies, but packing goes against the type.”
    “So what happened?” I wondered out loud. “The husband wasn’t in the room. The victim wasn’t armed—she wasn’t even
dressed.
What made a cat burglar fire on a naked woman?”

Chapter 12
    CONKLIN AND I took the curving staircase down to the main floor. I found the library by following the familiar, resonant,
     English-accented voice of Marcus Dowling.
    I’d seen all of his older films, the ones where he’d played a spy or was a romantic lead, and even some of his more recent
     films, where he’d played a heavy. I’d always liked him.
    I stepped through the open door to the library, and Dowling was standing there barefoot, wearing blue trousers and an unbuttoned
     white shirt. I admit to feeling a little starstruck. Marcus Dowling,
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