"I'll bet you were good."
"I wasn't bad. I had the moves, I had the instincts. And I was so involved in what I was doing that I wound up using a lot of myself in my work. That makes a difference. It becomes much easier to be good at something that you're really caught up in."
"And then you left the force?"
"Yes.A few years ago."
"Voluntarily?"She colored and put a hand to her lips. "I'm very sorry," she said. "That's a stupid question and it's none of my business."
"It's not stupid. Yes, I left voluntarily."
"Why? Not that that's any of my business, either."
"Private reasons."
"Of course.I'm terriblysorry, I think I am feeling this whiskey.
Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive.The reasons are private, that's all. Maybe I'll like telling you about it someday."
"Maybe you will, Matthew."
And our eyes got connected again and stayed locked until she abruptly drew a breath and finished the liquid in her coffee mug.
She said, "Did you take money? I mean, when you were on the force."
"Some. I didn't get rich at it, and I didn't go out looking for it, but I took what came my way. We never lived on my salary."
"You're married?"
"Oh, because I said we.I'm divorced."
"Sometimes I think about divorce. I can't think about it now, of course. Now it is incumbent upon the faithful, long-suffering wife to remain at her husband's side in his hour of need. Why are you smiling?"
"I'll trade you three aversions for one incumbent."
"It's a trade." She lowered her eyes. "Jerry takes a lot of money,"
she said.
"So I've gathered."
"That money I gave you.Twenty-five hundred dollars. Imagine having so much money around the house. All I did, I just went upstairs and counted it out. There's a great deal more left in the strongbox.
I don't know how much he has there. I've never counted it."
I didn't say anything. She was sitting with her legs crossed at the knee and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Dark green pants on her long legs, bright green sweater,cool mint-green eyes.Sensitive hands with long slender fingers and closely trimmed unpolished nails.
"I never even knew about the strongbox until just before he began consulting with that Special Prosecutor. I can never remember that man's name."
"AbnerPrejanian."
"Yes. Of course I knew Jerry took money. He never said so in so many words, but it was obvious, and he did hint at it. As if he wanted me to know but didn't want to tell me outright. It was obvious to me that we weren't living on what he earned legitimately. And he spends so much money on his clothes, and I suppose he spends money on other women."
Her voice came close to breaking, but she sailed right on as if nothing had happened. "One day he took me aside and showed me the box.
There's a combination lock, and he taught me the combination. He said I could help myself to money anytime I needed it, that there would always be more where that came from.
"I never opened the box until just now. Not to count it or anything.
I didn't want to look atit, I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to know how much money was in there. Do you want to know something interesting? One night last week I was thinking of leaving him and I couldn't imagine how I would be able to afford to do it. Financially, I mean. And I never even gave a thought to the money in the strongbox. It never occurred to me.
"I don't know if I'm a very moral person or not. I don't think I am, really. But there is so very much money there, don't you see, and I don't like to think what a person would have to have done in order to get all that money. Am I making any sense at all to you, Matthew?"
"Yes."
"Maybe he did kill that woman. If he decided he ought to kill a person, I don't think he'd have any moralcompunctions about doing it."
"Did he ever kill anyone in the line of duty?"
"No. He shot several criminals but none of them died."
"Was he in the service?"
"He was based inGermany for a couple of years. He was never in combat."
"Is he violent? Has he ever struck you?"
"No, never.Sometimes I've been afraid of him, but I couldn't explain why. He's never given me real reason for fear. I would leave any man who hit me." She smiled bitterly. "At least I think I would. But I once thought I'd leave any man who had other women. Why do we never know ourselves as well as we think we do, Matthew?"
"That's a good question."
"I have so many good questions. I don't really know that man at all.
Isn't that remarkable? I've been married to him for all these years and I don't know him. I have never known him. Did he tell you why he decided to cooperate with the Special Prosecutor?"
"I was hoping he might have told you."
She shook her head. "And I have no idea whatsoever. But then I never know why he does things. Why did he marry me? Now there's a good question. There's what I'd call a damn good question, Matthew.
What did JeromeBroadfield see in mousy little Diana Cummings?"
"Oh, come on. You must know you're attractive."
"I know I'm not ugly."
"You're a lot more than not ugly." And your hands perch upon your thigh like a pair of doves. And a man could get altogether lost in your eyes.
"I'm not very dramatic, Matthew."
"I don't follow you."
"How to explain?Let me see. Do you know how some actors can just walk onto a stage and every eye is drawn to them? It doesn't matter if someone else is in the middle of a speech. They just have so much dramatic quality that you have to look at them. I'm not like that, not at all. And of course Jerry is."
"He's striking, certainly. His height probably has something to do with it."
"It's more than that. He's tall and good-looking but it's more than that. There's a quality he has. People look at him on the street. They always have as long as I've known him. And don't think he doesn't work at it. Sometimes I've seen him at work on it, Matthew. I'll recognize a deliberately casual gesture that I've caught him using before, and I will know just how calculated it is, and at moments like that I can honestly despise the man."
A car passed by outside. We sat, our eyes not quite meeting, and we listened to distant street sounds and private thoughts.
"You said you were divorced."
"Yes."
"Recently?"
"A few years."
"Children?"
"Two boys.My wife has custody."
"I have two girls and a boy. I must have told you that."
"Sara and Jennifer and Eric."
"You have a remarkable memory." She looked at her hands. "Is it better? Being divorced?"
"I don't know. Sometimes it's better and sometimes it's worse. I don't actually think of it in those terms because there wasn't really any choice involved. It had to be that way."
"Your wife wanted the divorce."
"No, I was the one who wanted it.The one who had to live alone.
But my wanting wasn't a matter of choice, if that makes any sense to you. I had to be by myself."
"Are you still living alone?"
"Yes."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Does anyone?"
She was silent for a long moment. She sat with her hands gripping her knee, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her thoughts turned inward. Without opening her eyes she said, "What's going to happen to Jerry?"
"It's impossible to say. Unless something turns up he'll go to trial.
He might get off or he might not. A high-powered lawyer could drag things out for a long time."
"But it's possible he'll be convicted?"
I hesitated,then nodded.
"And go to prison?"
"It's possible."
"God."
She picked up her mug and stared down into it, then raised her eyes to meet mine."Should I get us more coffee, Matthew?"
"No more for me."
"Should I have some more?Should I have another drink?"
"If it's what you need."
She thought about it. "It's not what I need," she decided. "Do you know what I need?"
I didn't say anything.