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voice.
    Balfour’s shoulders had relaxed, the tension draining away. They’d worked together before, and Rex knew that his partner was not the most stable cookie in the box.
    I met Rex’s eyes. Balfour would be a problem if things turned messy, he’d overreact. Rex wouldn’t.
    I heard raised voices, one of them a woman. Shit. I’d told Mrs. Bennington’s lawyers to keep her home. They’d either ignored me or been unable to withstand her winning personality.
    The nice plainclothes policeman was talking to her, his voice calm, but carrying, in a low, wordless rumble, as he, apparently, tried to keep her fifty feet away from Conroy. Weeks ago she’d slapped the lawyer, and he’d bitch-slapped her back. She’d then put a fist to his jaw and sat him on his ass. That was about the time the court bailiffs had had to step in and break things up.
    I’d been present for all the festivities, because I was part of the court settlement, sort of. Tonight would decide the issue. If Gordon Bennington rose from the grave and said he’d died by accident, Fidelis had to pay. If he admitted to suicide, then Mrs. Bennington got nothing. I called her Mrs . Bennington at her insistence. When I’d referred to her as Ms . Bennington, she’d nearly bitten my head off. She was not one of your liberated women. She liked being a wife and mother. I was glad for her, it meant more freedom for the rest of us.
    I sighed and walked across the white gravel driveway towards the sound of rising voices. I passed the uniformed cop leaning against his car. I nodded, said, “Hi.”
    He nodded back, his eyes mostly on the insurance people, as if someone had told him that it was his job to make sure they didn’t start coming over. Or maybe he just didn’t like the size of Rex and Balfour. Both men had him by a hundred pounds. He was slender for a police officer and still had that untried look in his face, as if he hadn’t been on the job long, and hadn’t yet quite decided whether he wanted to be on the job at all.
    Mrs. Bennington was yelling at the nice officer who was barring her way. “Those bastards have hired her, and she’ll do what they say. She’ll make Gordon lie, I know it!”
    I sighed. I’d explained to everyone that the dead don’t lie. Pretty much only the judge had believed me, and the cops. I think Fidelis thought my fee had insured their outcome, and Mrs. Bennington thought the same.
    She finally spotted me over the cop’s broad shoulders. In her high heels she was taller than the officer. Which meant she was tall, and he wasn’t very. He was maybe five nine, tops.
    She tried to push past him, yelling at me now. He moved just enough so that he blocked her way, but didn’t have to grab her. She banged against his shoulder and frowned down at him. It stopped her yelling, for a second.
    â€œGet out of my way,” she said.
    â€œMrs. Bennington,” his deep voice grumbled, “Ms. Blake is here by order of the court. You have to let her do her job.” He had short gray hair, a little longer on top. I didn’t think it was a fashion statement, more like he hadn’t had time to go to the barbershop in awhile.
    She tried to push past him again, and this time she grabbed him, as if she’d move him out of her way. He wasn’t tall, but he was broad, built like a square, a muscular square. She realized quickly that she couldn’t push him, so she moved to walk around him, still determined to give me a piece of her mind.
    He had to grab her arm to keep her away from me. She raised a hand to him, and his deep voice came clear in the still October night, “If you hit me, I will handcuff you and put you in the back of the squad car until we’re all finished here.”
    She hesitated, her hand raised, but there must have been something in his face, still turned away from me, that said, clearly, that he meant