He's just upstairs. He'd watched heronce, he'd stood here once, he'd traced with his eyes those sumptuousfull curves. Barbara said. Why is that, I wonder? I've never been attracted to that particular piece.
Even when he thinkshe's weighted that past in concrete boots and chucked it into theThames. And I didn't know himany more than I knew Sylvia: a large bald gentleman with hands the sizeof most people's skulls. How can he beotherwise? He's my son. What's next? Lynley accepted her words and dwelt for a moment on how best toapproach the next phase of their job.
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