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"
Do
you
own
a
weapon
that
would
do
this
?
"
"
Yes
.
It
was
mine
.
I
keep
it
in
a
safe
under
the
desk
.
Handprint
coded
.
They
found
the
safe
open
,
nothing
else
removed
.
Do
you
want
to
see
inside
it
?
"
"
Not
at
the
moment
,
thank
you
.
"
I
knew
from
experience
how
difficult
mirrorwood
furniture
is
to
shift
.
I
turned
up
one
corner
of
the
woven
rug
under
the
desk
.
There
was
an
almost
invisible
seam
in
the
floor
beneath
.
"
Whose
prints
will
open
this
?
"
"
Miriam
’
s
and
my
own
.
"
There
was
a
significant
pause
.
Bancroft
sighed
,
loud
enough
to
carry
across
the
room
.
"
Go
on
,
Kovacs
.
Say
it
.
Everyone
else
has
.
Either
I
committed
suicide
or
my
wife
murdered
me
.
There
’
s
just
no
other
reasonable
explanation
.
I
’
ve
been
hearing
it
since
they
pulled
me
out
of
the
tank
at
Alcatraz
.
"
I
looked
elaborately
round
the
room
before
I
met
his
eyes
.
"
Well
,
you
’
ll
admit
it
makes
for
easier
police
work
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
nice
and
neat
.
"
He
snorted
,
but
there
was
a
laugh
in
it
.
I
found
myself
beginning
to
like
this
man
despite
myself
.
I
went
back
up
,
stepped
out
onto
the
balcony
and
leaned
on
the
rail
.
Outside
a
black
-
clad
figure
prowled
back
and
forth
across
the
lawn
below
,
weapon
slung
at
port
.
In
the
distance
the
power
fence
shimmered
.
I
stared
in
that
direction
for
a
while
.
"
It
’
s
asking
a
lot
to
believe
that
someone
got
in
here
,
past
all
the
security
,
broke
into
a
safe
only
you
and
your
wife
had
access
to
and
murdered
you
,
without
causing
any
disturbance
.
You
’
re
an
intelligent
man
,
you
must
have
some
reason
for
believing
it
.
"
