'Just as stupid,' St Claire said.
Naomi looked up as Vail, Parver, and Stenner got off the lift. 'Here comes the one person who can answer these questions if anybody can,' Naomi said, nodding towards Vail.
'What've we got here?' Vail asked as he entered the office.
They all looked at one another and then focused their attention on Harvey St Claire. He smoothed out his moustache and got rid of the wad of tobacco in his cheek.
'Tell ya how it started out,' he said. 'I was runnin' the HITS network, thinkin' maybe we could turn up something outta town on them bodies in the city dump. Missin' persons, maybe a bank heist, drug gang. Playin' a hunch, okay? And Ben Meyer runs across this brutal murder down near the Kentucky border. Town called Gideon. Ever hear of it?'
'Not that I recall,' Vail said.
'Anyway, uh, this town's run by some old religious jokers and they hushed it up. Wrote it off as Satanists. We got interested outta curiosity much as anything. The victim was a housewife. Happily married, nice solid husband. Year-old son. I thought what I'd do, I'd read the autopsy report. The police chief brushed me off, but the town doctor, he's also the coroner, was a nice old guy, most cooperative.' St Claire searched around the table and found Doc Fields's autopsy, which Ben had entered into the computer and printed out, and read it out loud.
St Claire looked up for a moment. 'Beginning to sound a little familiar, Marty?'
'Where are you taking this, Harve?'
'Okay, now listen to this. It's from the ME's testimony in Stampler's trial.'
He read excerpts from William Danielson's description of the wounds that had killed Archbishop Richard Rushman ten years before:
Vail was beginning to react. He leaned forward in his chair, his cigarette smouldering, forgotten, between his fingers.
'Now listen't' the rest of Dr Fields's report,' St Claire said, and finished reading the autopsy:
'She was also nine weeks pregnant,' St Claire added, almost as an afterthought.
Vail was staring into space. He did not say anything for almost a minute.
'Where's Stampler?' he finally asked.
'Up in Daisyland, still in maximum security,' said Stenner. 'Never had a visitor, never had a letter, never made a phone call.'
'In ten years?'
'In ten years,' Stenner said. 'I talked to the head of security, Bascott and the other executives were in conferences. He wouldn't tell me much, but he volunteered that.'
'There's somethin' else,' said St Claire. 'When I was finishing up the transcripts my eye caught somethin' I missed the first time 'round. Damn near jolted me outta m'chair when I saw it. It was when you was questionin' Stampler on the witness stand. Stampler says, 'My