Galen studied Eve’s expression as he helped her into his car after they’d left the hospital. “And you look much healthier. Did you sleep well?”“When I wasn’t dreaming.”“Nightmares?”She shook her head. “No, good dreams.” She gazed up at the brilliant blue sky. “It’s a pretty day.”He nodded. “You could probably still use a day of rest. Why don’t you sit out on the balcony and just watch the world go by?”The church, dark and looming, filling her entire vision as she lay on the balcony floor.“I want to get to work. Did you find out any more about Marie’s death?”“Officially food poisoning. Case closed.”“I see.”“I don’t. I paid a small bribe to a clerk at the coroner’s department to get a look at the provisional report.”“And?”“Food poisoning.” He paused. “The only thing in the least unusual was slight abrasions on her upper arms.”“Caused by what?”“No conclusions. But I was wondering . . . ropes?”“But that’s not what the coroner said.”“No.”
