Devine expected both detectives to blow up at him. A woman in her fifties walked in. She was in a dark blue dress with a long white lab coat over it; she had let her hair go gray and it hung limply to her shoulders. She had rimless glasses on a chain around her neck. Her eyes were blue and alert, and her manner efficient and professional. She introduced herself as Dr. Cynthia Tillis. You talk to Mixs wife? I said. Larkin grabbed Herbie by the collar with his free hand.Bring the papers, he said. She gave him a patronizing look and he answered it with one of bewilderment. He didnt know if it carried the day or not. He sort of doubted it. Stamos hadnt gotten to where she was by being thick-headed. Not yet. But she might remember. Sally wasnt supposed to know what Max was up to either, but she must have put it together. Sally was smart. Very smart. Well, Audreys not exactly dumb either so whoever killed Max and Sally just might decide to make it a clean sweep. JACKSON CLEARED HIS THROAT, DEPOSITED HIS BRIEF CASE ON the table, started methodically taking out papers. Then Mr. Lutts came out, apparently gave Doxey some last-minute instructions and got in his car. Yeah, I got a phone. He took another swallow of his beer and started into the house. Murfin and I followed. You must be fuckin crazy, man, throwin somethin at a man with a gun, the man with the beer said over his shoulder, then stopped, turned, and looked at me. “Pretty good throw though.” How did it end up? Well, I said, thats interesting. Check to see if theres an ambulance waiting outside. He may be in it. Enny will be leaving any minute now, she said. Got it. Dino hung up. She buzzed him in, and met him in the front hall.Ah, yes, thats the correct bandage, she said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. No, she isnt. Ive often wondered how she ever met him. To Lutts car?.