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.If they were both at home I didn’t care.I didn’t care who knew what because I was really pissed and wanted answers.No one answered the front doorbell, so I walked around the side of the house to the pool area, where I slammed the palm of my hand on the large plate glass window.Before too long Timothy whipped open the back door.“You don’t demand to be let into someone’s house.Get off my property before I call the police.”“You know what the police are like.A suspicious lot.Do you want to know why I’m here before you call them?”He blanched.It was a shot in the dark but it made him look guilty.“Where’s Jacquie?” I asked.“I don’t know.Either talking to her priest or her psychic.”“So she does leave the house? You told me she doesn’t go out.”He looked genuinely sad.“She doesn’t tell me anymore.Those are the only two places she’ll go.She has groceries delivered.”“I’m glad she’s out.Whatever you’re about to tell me I suspect she doesn’t know, and it’s probably better for her that way.”Timothy laughed, but there was nothing funny in it.“I told you before.What’s better for her is if you just leave us both alone.”“How do you figure that?”“She shouldn’t have agreed to let you get information.If only she’d left well enough alone.”“You know what happened.And you tried to stop me from finding out.”“Oh no.Just because I’m not having the police haul you away doesn’t mean I have anything different to say to you.”“Jacquie doesn’t know anything, does she? You know something about the night her son died and you didn’t tell her.That’s pretty disgusting.” I looked over at the fireplace and saw Joe’s shrine.I went to the mantel and with my index finger moved the little ceramic fruit bowl to the edge and a little further.“Talk to me,” I said.“You won’t,” Timothy said.I moved my finger a millimeter and the fruit bowl crashed to the flagstone floor, where it broke into an ungluable number of pieces.Timothy jumped off the couch and came for me but had no real concept of what going for someone would accomplish.I swept his leg out and he went down on his ass.It subdued him a little.“I haven’t done anything illegal.” He didn’t bother to get up off the floor, just spoke from where he was sitting.He put his face into his hands and rubbed hard before looking up at me.“There’s no more truth than that.What else do you want from me? I’ve got nothing else to give.”I moved on to a shell gecko while he heaved himself to his feet, blustery but afraid to approach me again.“Where did Joe collect these shells?” I asked.“Not around here, I guess.”“Vacation in Bali,” Timothy said with a quaver in his voice, seeing as how I wasn’t impressed by the bluster.I stroked the shell gecko.“One of these things broken looks like a dusting accident.Two and it makes you look bad.”Timothy started to cry and dropped back to the floor, kneeling by my feet.“Please stop,” Timothy whined.“Can’t we just get control and talk like civilized people?”“All right, let’s talk.Why didn’t you tell me the hospital gave you the results of my blood test? And that it looked like I had an antidepressant overdose?”“What does that have to do with Joe’s death?”“That’s what I’m here to find out.I start nosing around, you prescribe antidepressants.I mysteriously overdose on them.I get tested and the hospital sends you a report.Why didn’t you tell me about an antidepressant overdose?”“What overdose? I didn’t get any message,” he said.“Bullshit.Your own lab called me.All they said was that my cholesterol was up.” I started to finger the shell gecko again.“We didn’t run a drug test.That’s a different lab!” Timothy dropped to the couch and buried his face in his hands again.It looked like dejection, but he was actually thinking.“Besides, we took your blood before I ever prescribed antidepressants,” he said, still thinking.“My usual assistant is on vacation, I’ve got someone filling in.Do you want me to call her right now? I could call her right now.”I could kind of tell that my accusation of intentional overdose wasn’t as great a threat to him as whether his malpractice insurance was paid up, and it defused my suspicion.“Let’s get back to Joey,” I said.Tim took a deep breath.He needed it.“I was glad he wasn’t in my life anymore.I hated the little weasel.”“So far you’re not the only one.You had trouble accepting his sexual orientation?”“Oh, bullshit.It wasn’t always that way.At first I loved the kid [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]