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"I have to tell you something," Judy said.
About the lawyer, about the money, about the children. Whatever it was, it would be too much for him. Arthur Rhyme was close to exploding.
"Go ahead," he whispered, resigned.
"I went to see Lincoln."
"You what?"
"I had to. . . . You don't seem to believe the lawyer, Art. This isn't going to just fix itself."
"But . . . I told you not to call him."
"Well, there's a family involved here, Art. It's not just what you want. There's me and the children. We should've done it before."
"I don't want him involved. No, call him back and tell him thanks but it's fine."
"Fine?" Judy Rhyme blurted. "Are you crazy?"
He sometimes believed she was stronger than he was--probably smarter too. She'd been furious when he'd stormed out of Princeton after being passed over for the professorship. She'd said he was behaving like a child having a tantrum. He wished he'd listened to her.
Judy blurted, "You've got this idea that John Grisham is going to show up in court at the last minute and save you. But that's not going to happen. Jesus, Art, you ought to be grateful I'm doing something."
"I am," he said quickly, his words darting out like squirrels. "It's just--"
"Just what? This is a man who nearly died, was paralyzed over his whole body and now lives in a wheelchair. And he's stopped everything to prove you're innocent. What the hell are you thinking of? You want your children to grow up with a father in prison for murder?"
"Of course not." He wondered again if she really believed his denial that he hadn't known Alice Sanderson, the dead woman. She wouldn't think he'd killed her, of course; she'd wonder if they'd been lovers.
"I have faith in the system, Judy." God, that sounded weak.
"Well, Lincoln is the system, Art. You should give him a call and thank him."
Arthur hesitated, then asked, "What does he say?"
"I just talked to him yesterday. He called to ask about your shoes--some of the evidence. But I haven't heard from him again."
"Did you go see him? Or just call?"
"I went to his place. He lives on Central Park West. His town house is real nice."
A dozen memories of his cousin came to mind, rapid-fire.
Arthur asked, "How does he look?"
"Believe it or not, pretty much like when we saw him in Boston. Well, no, actually he looks in better shape now."
"And he can't walk?"
"He can't move at all. Just his head and shoulders."
"What about his ex? Do he and Blaine see each other?"
"No, he's seeing someone else. A policewoman. She's very pretty. Tall, redhead. I have to say, I was surprised. I shouldn't have been, I guess. But I was."
A tall redhead? Arthur thought immediately of Adrianna. And tried to put that memory aside. It refused to leave.
Tell me why, Arthur. Tell me why you did it.
