know.”
“There are only two ways you could have known the details of the murder weapon,” she told him. “One is if you accessed the main police computers, which I’m pretty sure you didn’t do. The other is…”
Taking another bite, he waited for her to continue. “What?” he asked, again with his mouth full.
“My phone,” she said, with clear tension in her voice. “I emailed some files to myself. If you’d checked my phone, you could have found them.”
“I didn’t check your phone.”
She stared at him, as if she was searching his expression for some hint of a lie.
“I didn’t check your phone,” he said again. “Jesus, Jane, what kind of person do you think I am? It never even occurred to me to do that, I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that.”
“Then how did you know these details?”
“You must have mentioned it one time when we talked.”
“No.”
“It slipped out. What’s the big deal?”
“It didn’t slip out,” she said firmly. “I’m not an idiot, Jack. I know what I can and can’t tell members of the public.”
“I’m not a member of the public,” he replied, “I’m your husband. And I just so happen to be the editor of that paper, but first and foremost I’m your husband. I don’t go rooting around in your phone.”
“Then how -”
“Maybe Alex told me,” he continued. “Maybe I guessed. To be honest, I don’t remember. The past few days have been a blur anyway, do you have any idea how much copy I’ve had to file?” He stared at her for a moment, before looking at the paper in her hands. “Obviously I’m a genius and I guessed the truth, but one thing I can promise you is that I have never, ever gone snooping through your phone. Frankly, I’m a little offended that you’d even think that’s a possibility.”
“Sorry,” she muttered, glancing across the square, “I just -”
Stopping suddenly, she realized there was a figure in the distance, standing in the shadows of the alley that ran down the side of the pharmacy. She squinted slightly, and finally she saw that her initial suspicion was correct.
Caitlin.
“What’s up?” Jack asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Not a ghost,” she replied, getting to her feet. “At least, I don’t think so. Sorry, I have some errands to run before I go back to the office. Do you mind if we skip the rest of lunch?”
“Is this because you still think -”
“I don’t still think anything,” she told him, leaning down and kissing the top of his head. “I’m sorry I got so suspicious. Obviously I must have mentioned the weapon after all.”
“I’m glad we settled that one,” he replied with a sigh.
Grabbing her bag, Jane made her way across the square, heading straight for the spot where Caitlin was loitering. There weren’t many people about, but she was quite certain that Jack would be watching her until she got out of his line of sight, so she headed down the alley and ignored Caitlin, walking straight past her and making her way toward the parking lot at the back.
“Hey,” Caitlin said after a moment, following her. “Are you ignoring me just because I’m an expression of your subconscious mind?”
“Hang on,” Jane muttered.
“That is what you think of me, isn’t it?” Caitlin continued. “I’m just an illusion, a figment of your imagination? I thought you’d decided there’s no way I can be a ghost.”
“I just need to get out of sight,” Jane replied, slipping around the corner and then stopping to look around. Fortunately, there was no sign of anyone, so she turned to Caitlin. For a moment, the deathly pall of the girl’s skin sent a shiver up Jane’s spine, but she forced herself to stay calm. “What do you want?” she asked.
“I don’t know. What do you think I want? Revenge? Justice?”
“Obviously…” She paused. “Obviously you’re here to help me realize something. My subconscious mind has noticed something and this is how