Whenever, where ever, whoever, remember that?’ She turned around, fighting tears of relief. ‘Just what do you mean by that, Lee Carruthers?’ she... asked, smiling, with tears still in her eyes. Lee blinked rapidly. ‘Wha…Who… Who did you call me?’ ‘Don’t try to deny it. I recognized you the day you came in with your father, before your sister married Donald Doofus. ‘Why in hell did she do that? She could have any man in town, although I will admit, that isn’t the best she could do.’ She looked at. . Like what?I was going to say like Harris facing judgment day. But I remembered when Harris screamed in the bathroom. Did you hear the third scream?Is that what that was?His vocal cords are disabled. He can’t engage them to scream normally. What you heard would have been a loud scream if anybody else had done it. He cried out when he straightened one of his dislocated fingers. Then he cried out a second time when he fixed the other one. And then screamed again.I remember. It was. I was so nervous to meet her in person, I made some excuse about going shopping to my husband and ran to my car. I drove to our designated meeting spot, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it. My hands were shaking, and I fervently hoped she wasn't turned off by how obviously inexperienced I was. I was brushing my long hair one last time when I heard someone park beside me. It was Stephanie. She had sent me her picture, and I recognized her immediately, but she was much more beautiful in. . and probably over two-twenty."I leaned back in the chair while an image flashed in front of my eyes."Did you ever interview Paul Wilson?"The detective flipped through the file for a minute until he came to a page."Yes, briefly. That is Mrs. Wilson's ex-husband, right?" Yeah. That's him." What made you ask about him?" Something about him. I can't exactly express it. The first time I met him, he nearly crushed my hand in a so-called friendly handshake. Then he insulted me a couple of times,.