Private Screening
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“This must seem tame to him,” she said.
“It’s muscle memory—we usually play some kind of ball.” Tony smiled after him. “Wait, though. He’ll ask to come back tomorrow.”
After dinner, Christopher led her to the piano, asking Tony to stay in the kitchen. When he had finished memorizing the notes to Brahms’s Lullaby, he called his father in for a performance. She had a fleeting thought of Alexis; as Tony listened, pleased and careless, she remembered that he had not been there. The thought vanished.
When Christopher finished, Tony shooed him up for a story, and Stacy went off to shower.
She stretched it out, reflecting. Putting on a silk robe, she heard voices in the living room.
Tony had turned on the news, as she hadn’t known him to do since the night they had learned who John Damone was. He watched intently, unaware of her behind him.
Softly, she walked upstairs.
Christopher was asleep, lineless, untroubled, yet so much like his father that Stacy smiled to herself. It was easy to love them, she thought wryly, as they slept.
Returning, she paused at the foot of the stairs.
Rachel Messer was an anchorwoman now.
“The major story from San Francisco’s primary,” she continued, “is the overwhelming defeat of District Attorney Ralph DiPalma.
“According to most analysts, the compelling factor was his failure to gain a conviction in the Harry Carson trial. Carson’s recent death while attempting to escape seemed only to remind voters of their discontent.…”
Turning off the television, Tony saw her.
For a moment, they simply looked at each other.
After this, she suddenly knew, they would think in their own ways of Jamie or the Parnells, John Damone or Harry Carson. But she was somehow certain that this was the last time they might talk of that. It had all been said.
“Christopher’s asleep,” she told him. “Come to bed with me, all right?”
Lord awoke to find her gone.
When he got to the cove, Stacy and his son had rolled up their jeans and were shelling with a bucket. As the waves came in, she showed Christopher how to wait until the sand settled, leaving the water clear. They did not see him.
Lord decided to let them be.
Idly, he looked inside their picnic cooler. There was nothing but a single can of beets.
Opening the can, Lord commenced to eat the beets, imagining how crushed they’d be. And then he heard them turn, laughing, from the water.
About the Author
Richard North Patterson is a New York Times–bestselling author of more than twenty novels. An acknowledged master of the courtroom thriller, he was a trial lawyer in San Francisco for many years. His novels have been translated into thirty languages and several have been adapted for television and film. He is a winner of the Mystery Writers of America’s Edgar Award, the French Grand Prix de Littérature Policière, and the Silver Bullet Award from the International Thrillers Writers.
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