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Show -49 slowly forming at the corner of each eye. He blinked and they disappeared. "Go on." "What else do you want to know?" "Jesus," Jacob said. I laid my hand on his. "Let Carlo tell it." "Yes. Well, Adam went for his walk. Last Saturday afternoon. And when he didn't come back it got late and I called Alice." The words came slowly, speeded up all in a rush then slowed down to a crawl again, all in the flat voice, "And she called the police in the morning, but nothing happened until Monday." "What happened then?" "Let him tell it," Jacob said. "Do you remember the big maple-tree by the river? The one that overhangs a wooden deck?" "The one Adam liked to sit in sometimes?" I said. "Yes. The police found his old poncho and his Mexican shoes folded up on a big branch." "He loved that old tree," Jacob said. He looked at Morgan. "It wasn't as crazy as it sounds. He had a thing about water and the tree leans out over the river-all he had to do was look down. Staring at the water called up ideas; it was like meditation for him. Adam was an artist-he needed privacy." |
