Tucker tensely said, 'Certainly we can't ask for better evidence. Did the gloves come from the morgue?'
'Most likely from the van they stole,' I answered. 'We keep a box of gloves in each van.'
'It's not quite over,' Marino said.
He began advancing the film, speeding past scene after scene of the empty bedroom, until suddenly a figure was there. Marino rewound and the figure quickly walked backward out of the room.
Marino said, 'Look what happens exactly an hour and eleven minutes later.' He hit the play button again.
Carrie Grethen walked into the bedroom, dressed like Gault. Were it not for her white hair, I might have thought she was him.
'What? She's got on his suit?' Tucker asked, amazed.
'Not his suit,' I said. 'She's got on one like it, but it's not the suit Gault was wearing.'
'How can you tell?' Tucker said.
'There's a handkerchief in the pocket. She took Gault's handkerchief to wipe blood off him. And if you go back you'll see his jacket had no flaps on the pockets, but hers does.'
'Yeah,' Marino said. 'That's right.'
Carrie looked around the room, on the floor, on the bed, as if she had lost something. She was agitated and angry, and I was certain she was on the wrong side of a cocaine high. She looked around a minute longer, then left.
'I wonder what that was about,' Tucker said.
'Hold on,' Marino told us.
He advanced the film and Carrie was back. She searched some more, scowling, pulling covers back from the bed and looking under the bloody pillow. She got down on the floor and looked under the bed. She spewed a stream of profanities, eyes casting about.
'Hurry up,' Gault's impatient voice sounded from somewhere beyond the room.
She looked in the dresser mirror and smoothed her hair. For an instant, she was staring straight into the camera at close range, and I was startled by her deterioration. I once had thought her beautiful, with her clean complexion, perfect features and long brown hair. The creature standing before us now was gaunt and glassy eyed, with harsh white hair. She buttoned the suit jacket and walked off.
'What do you make of that?' Tucker asked Marino.
'I don't know. I've looked at it a dozen times and can't figure it out.'
'She's misplaced something,' Wesley said. 'That seems obvious.'
'Maybe it was just a last check,' Marino said. 'To make certain nothing was overlooked.'
'Like a video camera,' Tucker wryly said.
'She didn't care if something was overlooked,' Wesley said. 'She left Gault's bloody handkerchief on the floor.'
'But both of them was wearing gloves,' Marino said. 'I'd say they were pretty careful.'
'Was any money stolen from the house?' Wesley asked.
Marino said, 'We don't know how much. But Brown's wallet was cleaned out. He was probably missing guns, drugs, cash.'
'Wait a minute,' I said. 'The envelope.'
'What envelope?' Tucker asked.
'They didn't put it in his pocket. We watched them dress him and zip him up inside the pouch, but no envelope. Rewind it,' I said. 'Go back to that part to make certain I'm right.'
Marino rewound the tape and replayed the footage of Carrie and Gault moving the body out of the room. Brown was definitely zipped inside the pouch without the pink note that I had found in the breast pocket of his pajamas. I thought of other notes I had gotten and of all the problems Lucy was having with CAIN. The envelope had been addressed to me and fixed with a stamp as if the author's intention were to mail it.
'That may be what Carrie couldn't find,' I said. 'Maybe she's been the one sending me the letters. She intended to mail this most recent one, too, explaining why it was addressed and stamped. Then, unbeknownst to her, Gault put it in Brown's pajama pocket.'
Wesley asked, 'Why would Gault do that?'
'Perhaps because he knew the effect it would have,' I replied. 'I would see it in the morgue and instantly know that Brown was murdered and Gault was involved.'
'But what you're saying is that Gault isn't CAIN. You're saying that Carrie Grethen is,' Marino said.
It was Lucy who spoke. 'Neither of them is CAIN. They are spies.'
We were silent for a moment.
'Obviously,' I said, 'Carrie has continued helping Gault with the FBI computer. They are a team. But I think he took the note she wrote to me and did not tell her. I think that's what she was looking for.'
'Why would she look for it in Brown's bedroom?' Tucker wondered. 'Is there a reason she might have had it in there?'
'Certainly,' I said. 'She took her clothes off in there. Perhaps it was in a pocket. Play that part, Marino. When Gault is moving the dark clothing off the bed.'