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Show -296 "I'm not certain he does actually know," I told Jacob. "In my opinion he's guessing and he expected me to confess everything, after which he would call a press conference and make himself the hero he always wanted to be." Brady saw his fortune in the Skinners, I was certain. And if he was guessing right and could bring it off, the audience might be national: a parricide, brothers covering up, death of an eccentric sculptor (the press might make Adam a genius at last)-this would mean more than just another glossy eight-by-ten for the wall behind Brady's desk; he could probably see himself in the wire services already; with luck he could hire a hack writer and do a quick paperback book. "Damn that man!" I pounded the back of the front seat with my fist. Morgan and Carlo turned around; Alice looked at me in the mirror. "Nothing. Just making a point. Forget it. Isn't this a beautiful day for a picnic?" "Brady's despicable but he's not stupid," Jacob whispered. "He'll keep pushing and eventually he'll smell out some proof." "We won't give him the chance," I said. "Here's what we do: Carlo goes back to Denver with you and stays for a while. He needs to get away from Alice anyhow, and this way he'll get out of Brady's reach at the same time. Also I'm betting that once he's seeing new places and doing new |