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Now, then, he said, all brisk business again, this trip to St. Louis. When do you think you might go? Distribute them, please. I want them munching. He was probably in the building that night. He got a call that I believe was from Stamos on the night she was killed. He headed out in time to murder her. Her phone records should show that. She looked back over her shoulder to make certain no one was within earshot and then said in a low voice,Why … why didnt you tell me? What an asshole, Abby said. Her rage was matched by her sorrow — her voice was trembling. She was much closer to Jess than I was. All I could think of was killing whoever had taken a shot at her. God, Im an idiot. Im so sorry. I did. An hour later, Stone said,Dino, if you were Larkin, what would you be doing right now? Sara, I think, had to be hanged. At least in the killers deranged mind. Sara was about five nine and athletically built. Not so easy to hoist someone like that up on a rope. And then the person had to strangle her first. Myers was my size, big and strong. And he had access to the building. The others? Stamos was drugged and then killed. A knife was used on the Eweses, too. Anyone could have done that. Including a woman. Ronald Dixon, tall, studious, slightly stooped, came toward the witness stand and Mason, catching a quick glimpse of the mans profile as he walked by, whispered to Della Street, Ive seen that man before. I ask that it be introduced in evidence, Hamilton Burger said, and if the Court please, I will connect it up. Time called you a political gunslinger. At four-thirty? Mason asked. When Jackson had gone, Mason turned to Della StreetHe does ask the damnedest questions. How about you give me one minute and thirty seconds in the hall? No, sir, the bullet was not recovered. Yes. Who is this? Yes...