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Rathbone thought of Margaret. “It always does. It would be easier not to love,” he agreed.
“And become the walking dead? Is that what you want?” Pendock asked.
“No.” Rathbone had no hesitation. “No, it isn’t. Good luck, sir.” He went out without looking backward, leaving Pendock to his thoughts.
Outside in the hall he almost bumped into Monk.
Monk looked at him with intense concern.
Rathbone wanted to affect indifference, but the warmth in Monk’s eyes made it impossible. He stood still, waiting for Monk to speak first.
“You used them, didn’t you?” Monk asked. “Ballinger’s photographs.”
Rathbone thought of lying, but discarded the idea. “Yes. This was too big, too monstrous to think only of my own peace of mind.” He searched Monk’s face now, afraid of what he would see.
Monk smiled. “So would I … I think,” he said quietly. “The burden is heavy either way.”
