We have separate bedrooms, Montgomery told him. Brads is at the end of the hall. Its about as big as my apartment. And what did you find? No. You go get some sleep. Some people with mansions hang framed reproductions of the masters in their hallways. Not the Bradshaws. They went for posters from their campaigns. Here was Jess in the center of a flower burst of tiny black children— she might have been a missionary in Africa; here was Jess looking lovely and stern as she visited a bandaged soldier in a hospital; here were Jess and Ted addressing a grade-school class. There were numerous others. The sole non-campaign photo was of Jess and Ted standing in front of a rear extension to their mansion, taken a year or so ago. In the background was Joel with a heavyset and heavily bearded worker. And next to Joel, almost clinging to him was an anxious Katherine. As little as possible. Donna out front tells me that youve been brooding ever since you got back from Jesss this afternoon. Shes very maternal toward me, Donna is, even though she’s three years younger. She said, Abby, I’m afraid if you go in there you’ll start brooding, too. Whatever it is, it’s serious. So how could Inot come in here?’ Well, somebody signed the name Enright A. Harlan to the purchase slip and the firearms register, but apparently that is not the handwriting of Mr. Harlan. It would seem to be the handwriting of a woman. What is special about it? said Valentine in a way that made Devine unsure whether he had gotten the cultural allusion or not. I dont agree with him and Id sure as hell never admit to him something like thats possible. Those shots were so wild—’ Youre a remarkable woman, I said and sat back down again. You checked, I take it. Chapter 16 On the other side of the door was a young receptionist and behind her was a rather large area filled with metal desks that were separated from each other by thin, pastel partitions that rose about five feet above the floor. The partitions were light tan, pale blue, and dusty rose. At the desks sat about two dozen men and women, most of them in their late twenties, although some were older, who typed, read, talked into phones, or simply sat staring into space. It looked very much like the city room of a prosperous, medium-sized daily newspaper. Its as easy as that? Vanessa asked. Sara and you what? Yes, Your Honor..