CHAPTER THREEHe wanted to talk with Berry’s wife. He knew she would be in shock. It was only thirty-six hours since the discovery of her husband’s body, give or take a few hours, and she would not even have begun to come to terms with his death. But sometimes that was a help. She wouldn’t have edited her husband’s life and death, she wouldn’t have erected any barriers or sealed off any facts or memories that might have a bearing on the case.
Lindsey found a working pay phone and looked up Cletus Berry’s home number in his pocket organizer. It was a good thing he had the number with him. Ducky Richelieu insisted on all SPUDS agents having unlisted home telephone numbers. Sometimes that was a convenience, sometimes a nuisance.
He dialed and a woman answered. She was crying. That was no sur
