Blow Fly

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SCARPETTA DOESN'T KNOW where Lucy is, either. Her niece doesn't answer her home or cell phones and hasn't returned numerous pages. Scarpetta can't reach Marino, and she has no intention of calling Rose and telling her about the letter. Her secretary worries too much already. Scarpetta sits on her bed, thinking. Billy makes his way up the dog ramp and plops down just far enough away to make her reach if she wants to pet him, and she does.

"Why do you always sit so far away from me?" she talks to him as she stretches out to stroke his soft, floppy ears. "Oh, I get it. I'm supposed to reposition myself and move closer to you."

She does.

"You're a very willful dog, you know."

Billy licks her hand.

"I have to go out of town for a few days," she tells him. "But Rose will take good care of you. Maybe you'll stay at her house and she'll take you to the beach. So promise you won't get upset that I'm leaving."

He never does. The only reason he comes running when she heads out on a trip is that he wants a ride in the car. He'd ride around in a car all day, given the choice. Scarpetta dials Lucy's office a second time. Although it is long past closing time, the phone is answered by an alive and awake human being twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Tonight, it is Zach Manham's turn.

"Okay, Zach," she says right off. "It's bad enough you won't tell me where Lucy is…"

"It's not that I won't tell…"

"Of course it is," she cuts him off "You know, but you won't tell me."

"I swear to God I don't know," Manham replies. "Look, if I did, I'd call her on her international cell phone and at least tell her to call you."

"So she has her international cell phone with her. Then she's out of the country?"

"She always carries her international cell phone. You know, the one that takes photographs, videotapes, connects to the Internet. She's got the latest model. It makes pizza."

Nothing is funny to Scarpetta right now.

"I tried her cell phone. She's not answering," she says, "whether she's in this country or some other one. So what about Marino? You holding out on me about him, too?"

"I haven't talked to him in days," Manham says. "No, I don't know where he is. He not answering his cell phone or pages, either?"

"No."

"Want me to take a polygraph, Doc?"

"Yes."

Manham laughs.

"Okay, I quit. I'm too tired to keep this up all night," Scarpetta says as she rubs Billys tummy. "If and when you ever hear from either one of them again, tell them to contact me immediately. It's urgent. Urgent enough that I'm flying to New York tomorrow."

"What? Are you in clanger?" Manham asks, alarmed.

"I don't want to talk about it with you, Zach. No offense intended. Good night."

She locks her bedroom door, sets the alarm and places her pistol on the bedside table.