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homicide, not robbery."

"You're a cop," Dodson said shortly.

"Yeah." Baby-sitting for some snobby little heiress, Slade thought
darkly, who was either smuggling for thrills or too dizzy to see what
was going on under her nose. "Terrific," he muttered again.

Once Janice was out of college, he thought, he could quit the force and
concentrate on his writing. He was tired of it. Tired of the misery he
came in contact with almost every day of his life. Tired of the dirt,
the futility, tired of the nasty little pieces of humanity his job
forced him to deal with. And tired too of seeing the look of relief in
his mother's eyes each time he came home. With a sigh, he resigned
himself. Maybe a couple of weeks in Connecticut would be a nice change.
A change anyway.

"When?" he demanded as he turned back to face Dodson.

"Day after tomorrow," Dodson said smoothly. "I'll give you a complete
briefing, then I'll call Jessica and tell her to expect you."

With a shrug, Slade went back to his chair to listen.

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Chapter 1
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Fall touched the trees and stung the air. Against a hard blue sky, the
colors were vibrant, passionate. The ribbon of road cut through the
hills and wound eastward toward the Atlantic. Whipping through the open
car windows, the wind was chilled and fragrant. Slade wondered how long
it had been since he had smelled that kind of freshness. No city smells
of sweat and exhaust. When his book was accepted, perhaps he could move
his mother and Janice out of the city--a home in the country maybe, or
near the shore. It was always when or as soon as. He couldn't afford to
think if.

Another year on the force--another year of scraping up tuition
money--and then... Shaking his head, Slade turned up the radio. It
wasn't any good thinking of next year. He wasn't in Connecticut to
appreciate the scenery. It was just another job--and one he resented.

Jessica Winslow, he mused, age twenty-seven. The only child of Justice
Lawrence Winslow and Lorraine Nordan Winslow. Graduate of Radcliffe,
senior class president. She'd probably been head cheerleader, too, he
thought with a sneer. All button-downed and pony-tailed. Ralph Lauren
sweaters and Gucci loafers.