words without wanting to laugh in their face," Koenig said. He passed a hand over his crisp dark hair. "And I can't impress on you how lucky you are that it's me investigating this case, instead of..."
"One of your colleagues who wouldn't believe I can do what I can do?" I said.
His mouth snapped shut. After a second, he nodded.
"No one knows, right? Where you work? That you're a believer."
He nodded again.
"How long have you realized there's more to this world?"
"My grandmother could see spirits," he said.
"You have a big advantage over people whose minds are closed," Tolliver said.
"Most days I don't think so," the agent admitted. "Most days, I'd be happy to be like the other people I work with. Then I could just dismiss you people, all of you. But I believe you have exceptional abilities. That being said, I don't think you're telling me the truth. In fact, I think you're lying." Koenig looked at us with a kind of profound disappointment. I almost felt guilty.
"We didn't kill him," I said. That was the important truth. "We don't know who killed him, or why."
"Do you think the Morgensterns killed Clyde Nunley? Do you think they killed their daughter?"
"I don't know," I said. "I hope to God they didn't." I hadn't realized how much I hoped that the Morgensterns were innocent of their daughter's death. And if they hadn't killed Tabitha, I couldn't imagine why they would kill Clyde Nunley. I was assuming that the same person or persons had killed both victims.
That assumption might not be true. "Tolliver and I have been invited to their home for lunch today," I said, just to change the subject. "We'll see more of the family then, I guess."
"Do you want to see what you can get from the body?" Koenig asked as casually as if I'd been a fiber expert or a pathologist. "That is, if I can arrange it."
This was kind of exciting, being taken seriously by a law enforcement professional.
"I'll do Nunley if you let me do Tabitha," I said.
He looked genuinely surprised. "But you've already, uh, 'done' Tabitha."
I didn't really want to review Nunley. Been there, done that. I'd do it, though, if I could have another chance at the little girl. "That day, I was so upset and shocked when I realized there really were two sets of bones in the grave. Maybe I could get more."
"It may take some time, but I'll see what I can do," Koenig said. I couldn't help but notice his eyes flicked over my bare legs again. Well, he was a male, after all. I didn't think Koenig was particularly interested in the person who used those legs.
"It drains her to touch a body," Tolliver said, trying to force Agent Koenig to acknowledge that I was making a generous offer.
"Interesting," he said, and that was his only comment. "Let me know when you return from the Morgensterns' house, would you? Maybe you'll pick up some impressions from someone there."
"Hey, once again, not psychic. The only time I get impressions is when I touch a corpse, and I'm not planning on there being any at the Morgensterns' house. In fact, I'd just as soon this case get solved so quickly I wouldn't have to locate another body until we travel to our next job."
"Assuming you get to," Koenig said pleasantly.
There was a significant pause, while Tolliver and I absorbed the threat.
"If push comes to shove, we once did a favor for the governor, " I said, very quietly. I was very willing to shove.
I loved the expression on Koenig's face. I'd really surprised him, and that was a true pleasure. Childish, I know, but I never said I was adult all the way through. I don't ever reveal who my clients have been, but in this case, I felt that I had to take a stand.
"You mean you can call the governor of this state, maybe get him to come down on me or on the Memphis police, let you leave Memphis?"
I didn't say anything. I let what I'd said reverberate a bit.
"That's an unexpected threat," Koenig said. His face had gotten colder and harder. "Of course, any threat from you two is unexpected. I kind of think you won't be ringing that bell."
We looked at each other. "You'd be surprised what we'll do," I said. Tolliver nodded.
Koenig gave us his best tough-guy stare.
"Whose car was it?" Tolliver asked.
It took Koenig a second to change mental gears.
"Whose car? You mean, the