"Don't apologize. I know you've got a lot on your mind right now, but remember this all Michael's problems are in the past.
You two are going to have a baby together, and Michael has never been happier in his life."
Sara tried to smile, but it never reached more than the corners of her mouth. She sensed that Michael's past woes were not finished with him yet, that they were still potent enough to reach into the present and hurt him... "Mind if I join you two?" "Hello, Max," Sara said.
"Max, you know Eric Blake, don't you?" "I believe we've met," Bernstein said.
"How are you, doctor?"
"Very well, thank you," Eric replied as the beeper on his belt went off.
"If you two will excuse me, I have to go." "Emergency?" Max asked.
"No. Just time for rounds."
Max scratched his face hard, like he had fleas.
"Can I ask you a quick question before you go?"
Eric stopped.
"Of course."
"When was the last time you saw Dr. Grey alive?"
Eric thought a moment, "The day he left for Cancun."
"Did he look the same to you?"
"The same? I don't understand."
"I mean, was his hair still dark and did he still have a beard?"
"Yes," Eric said without hesitation.
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Thanks, Eric."
"Anytime, Lieutenant. I'll see you later, Sara."
"Bye, Eric."
Eric Blake neatly piled the garbage on his tray before leaving.
When he brought his tray to the window, he was the only one who took the time to sort his silverware.
Sara turned to Max.
"I called you three times today."
"Sorry. Its been a busy day."
"Are you getting much flak about the castration story in the news?"
Max's whole body seemed to shrug.
"Nothing I can't handle with a grenade launcher and tear gas."
"I can imagine. Okay, so what have you learned?"
He leaned forward, his right elbow on the table, his left arm thrown behind the back of the chair.
"First of all, Bruce Grey had blond hair and no beard when he allegedly jumped out the window. He also was wearing cosmetic contact lenses to change the color of his eyes. I checked with several of his friends, even the limousine driver who dropped him off at the airport. Bruce definitely had dark hair and the beard when he left New York."
Sara nodded.
"As you would say, "Interesting."
" "To say the least. But there's more." He quickly told her about the rest of his conversation with Hector Rodriquez at the Days Inn. Sara sat stunned, quietly listening.
"Then Grey didn't commit suicide," she said when Max finished.
"He was murdered, Sara. I'm sure of it."
"And someone wanted to make it look like a suicide," she said.
"Seems so," Max replied.
"Hmmm. Bruce's murder has to be connected to the stabbings, agreed?"
"Agreed."
"So why did the killer want to make Bruce's death look like a suicide while doing nothing to hide the fact that the other three were murdered?"
"I don't know," Max said. He stood up, circled the table for 10 apparent reason, and sat back down.
"Max."
"What?"
"You're playing with your hair again."
Bernstein looked up at his right hand. Strands of hair were apped around his middle finger as though it were a curler.
untangled his finger and put his hands on the table.
"Saves 3n a perm," he explained with a smile.
"So what else did you learn?"
He leaned forward.
"This morning I went through the personal possessions found in Grey's hotel room. Everything was there wallet, ID, cash, credit cards, briefcase, change of clothe seven passport."
"So?"
"There was no stamp for Mexico on the passport."
"No mystery there. You don't need to use your passport to go into Mexico. Just proof of citizenship."
"Then why did he bring it with him?"
She shrugged.
"What else did you find in the passport?"
"It's what I didn't find," he said.
"You know those pages where the customs officials stamp the country you're visiting?"
"Yes."
"One of those pages had been neatly clipped out of Grey's passport. You would never notice unless you looked at it closely."
Sara looked up at the ceiling.
"So the killer doesn't want anyone to see what was on that page. Maybe Bruce never went to Mexico. Maybe he went someplace else and the killer doesn't want us to know where."
"My thinking exactly. So I called the Oasis Hotel down in Cancun."
"Did he check in?"
"Yes."
She waited for him to continue but he just sat there, smiling.
"Max, stop playing games with me. What happened?"
"I called your old contact at customs and immigration."
"Don Scharf?"
"Right. I know I should have asked you first, but time was of the essence. Anyway, he remembered me from that case