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Savich shrugged. “Whoever it is, this is his show for now. He wants to preen, show me how clever he is. Bones and dead birds?”

Mr. Maitland said, “Trouble is, the finale of his show might be to drop a hammer on your head. You know that, right?”

Savich nodded. Yes, he knew it was very possible.

Mr. Maitland stretched out his legs and studied Savich’s face. “Whoever this is, he went to a lot of trouble. If he escalates, you’ll find out soon enough why you’re in his crosshairs. Use all the resources you need to get on top of this. We don’t know if this wacko is serious.”

Savich nodded again.

“Hey, Goldy told me Sherlock’s memory is one hundred percent intact again. That’s a huge relief.”

Savich smiled and heaved a big breath. “An understatement. There are no more holes, no more questions or uncertainties. Her very fine brain and all her memories are once again with us.” He paused. “It took nearly two months for all the empty pockets to fill in. Sean never realized his mother couldn’t remember him, and for that we’re profoundly grateful.”

Mr. Maitland sat back in his chair and folded his hands over his belly. He said, “Halloween’s right around the corner. I remember some years ago now, my four boys got all dressed up like Freddy Krueger and scared the crap out of most of our neighbors when they opened their doors. June and I tried not to be amused. The four Freddy Kruegers came home loaded with candy, doubtless from extortion. What’s Sean going to be this year?”

“Captain Corbin. Astro will be his sidekick, Orkett.” At Mr. Maitland’s blank look, Savich grinned. “A children’s series. Corbin hunts down crooks in the galaxy, and Orkett, his dog, eats oatmeal cookies and gets him out of tight spots. Now, sir, I presume you’re here to talk more about Mrs. Manvers’s attempted kidnapping today?”

“I guess you didn’t see Congressman Manvers on TV this morning. He gave an account of his wife’s attack and asked for information. I was impressed. He acted quickly, he was straightforward, and he delivered a clear message. Viewers will empathize with him since they could see he was quite upset by what happened.” Mr. Maitland began to drum his fingertips on his chair arm.

“All right, sir. So there’s more. Talk to me.”

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