cold showers,’ he said. ‘Let ’em go wash off. Where’s

the harm?’ After that, I stayed in New Bern and I didn’t

know about Maria till Mercedes Santos called me. I

came immediately. And yes, I gave her the money to

bury her baby and yes, I gave her money to fly home.

Enough to buy a little house and a sewing machine and

start a new life for herself. All her husband wanted to do

was stay drunk. She’s better off without him.”

“He didn’t think so,” Dwight said and turned on his

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heel and walked out. He needed air. Long deep drafts

of clean spring air.

Mayleen Richards was waiting beside his truck. “No

luck, Major?”

He gave her a quick synopsis of what had passed in

the kitchen but before they could confer on their next

actions, Susan Hochmann called from the back porch

and crossed the yard to them.

“You were right,” she said, nodding to Richards.

“Mother’s terrified of a lawsuit. I’m not though. What

can I do to help?”

“Do you speak Spanish?” Richards asked.

The woman nodded.

“Mrs. Sanaugustin let slip something that makes me

think her husband might know more than he’s told,

but she’s clammed up altogether now and won’t say a

word.”

“Sanaugustin?”

Dwight told her about the worker who said he had

seen the bloody slaughter scene in the shed on Saturday,

two days before they discovered it.

“Sanaugustin,” Mrs. Hochmann said again. “Felicia?”

“Si,” said Richards and immediately turned as red as

the shoulder-length red hair that gleamed in the sun-

light. “I mean, yes.”

“Let me talk to her. I think she trusts me almost as

much as she trusts Mother.”

She got in the prowl car with Richards and Dwight

led the way back down to the camp. It took a few min-

utes, but at last Felicia Sanaugustin threw up her hands

and told them everything. Yes, the baby was as they

had said. Yes, Maria Palmeiro had been covered with

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pesticide. No, she did not know the name. Only that

it was green and it made them break out in a rash even

though they washed it off every day. And yes, she ad-

mitted, she and Rafael knew that Ernesto had killed

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