"Why?" he said. "Do you know where they are?"
"When's the autopsy?" I asked him.
He was still smiling.
"His autopsy won't help," he said. "They were cut off. They're not connected to him anymore. They weren't there. They're missing. So how can they find them at his autopsy?"
"Not his autopsy," I said. "Her autopsy. His wife's. When they check what she ate. "
Jeremiah stopped smiling. Went quiet. Just looked at me.
"Talk, Reacher," he said.
"OK," I said. "That's why we came out here, remember? So answer another question for me. How many homicides have they had in Margrave?"
He thought about it. Shrugged.
"None," he said. "At least, not for maybe thirty years or so. Not since voter registration days, I guess. "
"And now you've had four in four days," I said. "And pretty soon you'll
