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That night Hauck couldn’t sleep. It was a little after twelve. He climbed out of bed. Letterman was on the TV, but he hadn’t been watching. He went to the window and stared out at the sound. A stubborn chill knifed through the air. His mind was racing.

How?

How was it possible someone had died on the tracks and yet hours later his card had been used to pay for a ride to the Fairfield Diner? To the very spot where the Raymond kid was killed.

Someone had called him right before he left to cross the street. Something like Marty …

Mardy.

How did Charles and AJ Raymond fit together? How?

He was missing something.

He threw on a sweatshirt and some jeans and slipped on some old moccasins. Outside, the air was sharp and chilly. He hopped into his Bronco. The block was dark.

He drove.

They had kept the protection on for four days now. He’d had a car in front of the house, another that followed the kids to school. Nothing had happened. Not surprising. Maybe whoever was bothering her had backed off? The temperature had already been turned up pretty high.

Hauck pulled off the highway at Exit 5. Old Greenwich. As if by some inner GPS.

He headed onto Sound Beach and into town. Main Street was totally dark and deserted. He turned right on Shore toward the water. Another right onto Sea Wall.

Hauck pulled up twenty yards down from her house. The rookie, Stasio, was on duty tonight. Hauck spotted the patrol car, lights out, parked across from the house.

He went up and rapped on the window. The young officer rolled it down, surprised. “Lieutenant.”

“You look tired, Stasio. You married, son?”

“Yessir,” the rookie answered. “Two years.”

“Go home. Grab some sleep,” Hauck said. “I’ll take over here.”

“You? I’m fine, Lieutenant,” the kid protested.

“It’s okay. Go on home.” Hauck winked at him. “I appreciate your doing the job.”

It took a final remonstration, but Stasio, outranked, finally gave in.

Alone, Hauck balled his fists inside his sweatshirt against the cold.

Across the street the house was completely dark, other than a dim light upstairs shining through a curtain. He looked at his watch. He had a meeting with Chief Fitzpatrick at 9:00 A.M. A replacement shift wouldn’t be on until 6:00. He inhaled the crisp, damp air from off the sound.

You’re crazy, Ty.

He went back to his Bronco and opened the door. As he was about to climb in, he noticed that the drapes had parted upstairs. Someone looked out. For a moment, in the darkness, their gazes met.

Hauck thought he made out the faint outline of a smile.

It’s Ty, he mouthed, looking up. He had wanted to tell her that every time she called him “Lieutenant.”

It’s Ty.

And about your husband. What you’re feeling, what you’re going through now … I know.

I damn well know.

He waved, a wink of recognition he wasn’t sure she could even read. Then he pulled himself inside the Bronco, shutting the door. When he looked back up, the drapes had closed.

But that was okay.

He knew she felt safe, knowing he was there. Somehow he did, too.

He hunkered down in the seat and turned the radio on.

It’s Ty. He chuckled. That was all I wanted to say.