“I think it was meant to look like a suicide.” Now Jude looked at him, gauging his reaction. “And how, after a two-minute cursory exam, did you arrive at this theory?” “She’s telling me things.” “My God.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t say that kind of nonsense out loud. She’s dead,” he said. “Dead.” “Yes, but what she was feeling before she died is written on her face and in her muscles. It’s still here. I see it. I can read her.”
