and I have never seen quite eye to eye, but I never

figured him for a cold-blooded killer. I told my depu

ties, there has to be some mistake,’’ he said. ‘‘You

think this new ME of yours gave them the wrong bul

let? Could he be a part of this?’’

‘‘Janice Warrick and Izzy Wallace witnessed the au

topsy. They saw him take the bullet out of Peeks’

brain and give it to them. Janice said it was from the

gun they took off Garnett at the scene.’’

‘‘I hate hearing that,’’ said Canfield.

‘‘So do I,’’ said Diane. ‘‘He has been very support

ive of me since we put the crime unit in, and very

protective of the museum.’’

‘‘Before I talk to Janice, I’d like to speak with you

more about what’s going on. You can explain to me

about this cybergang stuff you were talking about.

They don’t like to share information in Rosewood.

They expect me to do all the sharing. That’s why I

don’t like dealing with them. They act like Rose

wood’s a big city and we’re just rubes out here. I don’t

live but a mile from the city limits, so I don’t know

who they think they are fooling.’’

‘‘I know what you mean about the sharing going

only one way,’’ said Diane.

‘‘Oh, one more thing,’’ he said. ‘‘My wife wants to

know what you wear to a white-tie function. We’ve

never been to one.’’

Diane smiled. ‘‘Andie, my assistant, is putting to

gether a newsletter that gives all the details. I’ll make

sure you get a copy,’’ she said.

‘‘I would appreciate that. I told my wife I wouldn’t

understand fashion advice even if I wrote it down. Just

tell me this, do I have to wear one of them top hats?

I told the wife that there are just some things where

I draw the line, and that’s one of them.’’

‘‘No. No top hat,’’ said Diane.

‘‘Good.’’ He laughed. ‘‘Can’t you just see me in one

of those?’’

Diane seriously couldn’t.

She hung up the phone and went back into her

sitting room. Neva was dusting the inside of the com

puter case for prints. David and Frank were at the

computer discussing the decryption procedures. Jin

was sitting on the sofa with Izzy, giving him a course

in DNA. Someone had cleaned up all the refuse from

the pizza dinner and disposed of it.

Diane pulled up a chair and sat down beside Frank. ‘‘How are we doing?’’ she asked.

‘‘We’re just starting,’’ said Frank. ‘‘If it’s encrypted using a very long key, then we may not be able to

break it before the end of this century.’’

‘‘Well, how do hackers get in?’’ asked Diane. ‘‘How

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