You mentioned smoke. What color was the smoke?
What?
Was it black? White?
Does it matter?
Just answer the question, please.
She gave an exasperated sigh. It was white, I think.
You think?
All right. Im sure. She turned to look at him. For the first time she really focused on his face. If hed been smiling, if thered been even a trace of warmth, it would have been a pleasant enough face to look at. He was in his late thirties. He had dark brown hair that was about two weeks overdue for a trim. His face was thin, his teeth were perfect, and his deep set green eyes had the penetrating gaze one expected of a romantic lead movie cop. Only this was no movie cop. This was an honest-to-goodness cop with a badge, and he wasnt in the least bit charming. He was studying her with a completely detached air, as though sizing up her reliability as a witness.
You mentioned smoke. What color was the smoke?
What?
Was it black? White?
Does it matter?
Just answer the question, please.
She gave an exasperated sigh. It was white, I think.
You think?
All right. Im sure. She turned to look at him. For the first time she really focused on his face. If hed been smiling, if thered been even a trace of warmth, it would have been a pleasant enough face to look at. He was in his late thirties. He had dark brown hair that was about two weeks overdue for a trim. His face was thin, his teeth were perfect, and his deep set green eyes had the penetrating gaze one expected of a romantic lead movie cop. Only this was no movie cop. This was an honest-to-goodness cop with a badge, and he wasnt in the least bit charming. He was studying her with a completely detached air, as though sizing up her reliability as a witness.
She gazed back at him, thinking, Here I am, the rejected bride. Hes probably wondering whats wrong with me. What terrible flaws I possess that led to my being stood up at the altar.
She buried her fists in the white satin mounded on her lap. Im sure the smoke was white, she said tightly. For whatever difference that makes.
It makes a difference. It indicates a relative absence of carbon.
Oh. I see. Whatever that told him.
Were there any flames?
No. No flames.
Did you smell anything?
You mean like gas?
Anything at all?
She frowned. Not that I remember. But I was outside the building.
Where, exactly?
Reverend Sullivan and I were sitting in his car. In the parking lot around the side. So I wouldnt have smelled the gas. Anyway, natural gas is odorless. Isnt it?
It can be difficult to detect.
So it doesnt mean anything. That I didnt smell it.
Did you see anyone near the building prior to the explosion?
There was Reverend Sullivan. And some of my family. But they all left earlier.
What about strangers? Anyone you dont know?
No one was inside when it happened.
Im referring to the time prior to the explosion, Miss Cormier.
Prior?
Did you see anyone who shouldnt have been there?
She stared at him. He gazed back at her, green eyes absolutely steady. You mean are you thinking
He didnt say anything.
It wasnt a gas leak? she said softly.
No, he said. It was a bomb.
She sank back, her breath escaping in a single shocked rush. Not an accident, she thought. Not an accident at all.
Miss Cormier?
Wordlessly she looked at him. Something about the way he was watching her, that flat, emotionless gaze of his, made her frightened.
Im sorry to have to ask you this next question, he said. But you understand, its something I have to pursue.
She swallowed. Whatwhat question?
Do you know of anyone who might want you dead?
Two
This is crazy, she said. This is absolutely nuts.
I have to explore the possibility.
What possibility? That the bomb was meant for me?
Your wedding was scheduled for two oclock. The bomb went off at 2:40. It exploded near the front row of pews. Near the altar. Theres no doubt in my mind, judging by the obvious force of the blast, that you and your entire wedding party would have been killed. Or, at the very least, seriously maimed. This is a bomb were talking about, Miss Cormier. Not a gas leak. Not an accident. A bomb. It was meant to kill someone. What I have to find out is, who was the target?
She didnt answer. The possibilities were too horrible to even contemplate.
Who was in your wedding party? he asked.
She swallowed. There wasthere was
You and Reverend Sullivan. Who else?
Robert my fiancé. And my sister, Wendy. And Jeremy Wall, the best man.
Anyone else?
My father was going to give me away. And there was a flower girl and a ring bearer
Im only interested in the adults. Lets start with you.
Numbly she shook her head. It it wasnt me. It couldnt be me.
Why couldnt it?
Its impossible.
How can you be sure?
Because no one would want me dead!
Her sharp cry seemed to take him by surprise. For a moment he was silent. Outside, on the street, a uniformed cop turned and glanced at them. Sam responded with an everythings fine wave of the hand, and the cop turned away again.
Nina sat clutching the rumpled hem of her gown. This man was horrid. Sam Spade without a trace of human warmth. Though it was getting hot in the car, she found herself shivering, chilled by the lack of obvious emotion displayed by the man sitting beside her.