David Rosenfelt - Dead Center

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright 2006 by David Rosenfelt

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First eBook Edition: October 2009

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Sudden Death

Bury the Lead

First Degree

Open and Shut

To Debbie

This is the page on which I usually thank the people who helped me with the book, but this time Im not going to do it. Why should I? Do you think that if the positions were reversed they would thank me? Trust me no way.

In fact, on any of my previous books, have they ever thanked me for thanking them? Have they ever said, Hey, thanks for thanking me. Im really thankful for that? No.

Thats the thanks I get.

They spend their time thinking, not thanking. Theyre thinking How come I wasnt thanked first? How come so-and-so was thanked before me? They dont come out and say it, but thats what theyre thinking Im just thankful I can see through it.

Thanking people is a thankless job.

Ive just figured out a way to get back at them. Ill thank them in alphabetical orderand in that way Ill teach them a lesson on the evils of elitist thank-ism. Here goes: Stacy Alesi, Stephanie Allen, John and Carol Antonaccio, Nancy Argent, Susan Brace, Bob Castillo, David Divine, Betsy Frank, George Kentris, Emily Kim, Debbie Myers, Martha Otis, June Peralta, Les Pockell, Jamie Raab, Susan Richman, Robin Rue, Nancy and Al Sarnoff, Norman Trell, Kristen Weber, Sandy Weinberg, and Susan Wenger.

Maybe this page will accomplish something: Perhaps theyll see the error of their ways. But do I want them to apologize? Thanks, but no thanks.

On a more serious note, I would like to sincerely thank those readers who e-mailed me with feedback on the previous books. Please continue to do so at dr27712@aol.com.

Thank you.

DO YOU GET SPIRITUAL credit for celibacy if its involuntary?

This is the type of profound question Ive asked myself a number of times during the last four and a half months. This is the first time Ive asked it out loud, which may say something about my timing, since the person hearing it is my first date in all that time.

Actually, date may be overstating it. The quite beautiful woman that I am with is Rita Gordon, who when shes not dressed in a black silk dress with an exceptional cleavage staring straight at me, spends her days as the chief court clerk in Paterson, New Jersey. Rita and I have become fairly good friends over the last few years. No small accomplishment, since her daily job is basically to ward off demanding and obnoxious lawyers like me.

Were in one of North Jerseys classier restaurants, which was her choice entirely. I have absolutely no understanding why certain restaurants succeed and others dont. This one is ridiculously expensive, the menu is totally in French and impossible to understand, the portions are so small that parakeets would be asking for seconds, and the service is mediocre. With all that, we had to wait two weeks to get a reservation on a Thursday night.

The extent of my relationship with Rita until now has basically been to engage in sexual banter, an area in which her talents far exceed mine. She has always presented herself as an expert in dating, sex, and everything else that might take place between a man and a woman, and has volunteered to go with me on this practice date as a way to impart some of that knowledge to me.

I can use it, as evidenced by my celibacy question.

Theres an example of something you might want to avoid asking a date, says Rita. Celibacy can be a bit of a sexual turnoff.

I nod. Makes sense.

On the other hand, swearing off sex increases your dating possibilities, since you could also go out with guys.

I shake my head. Finding dates is not my problem; there are plenty of women that seem to be available. The problem is my lack of interest. Its the ironic opposite of high school.

Rita looks me straight in the eye, though that doesnt represent a change. Shes been looking me straight in the eye since we sat down. She takes eye contact to a new level; its like shes got X-ray vision and is looking through to my brain. Ive never been an eye-contacter myself, and I almost want to create a diversion so shell look away. Something small, like a fire in the kitchen or another patron fainting headfirst into his asparagus bisque.

How long has Laurie been gone? she asks.

I must be healing emotionally, since its only recently that a question like that doesnt hit me like a knife in the chest. Laurie Collins was my private investigator and love of my life. She left to return to her hometown of Findlay, Wisconsin, where she will probably fulfill her dream and become chief of police. I had always wanted her dream to be a lifetime spent with me, Andy Carpenter.

Four and a half months.

She nods wisely. That explains why women are coming after you. They figure youve had enough time to get back into circulation, to get your transition woman behind you.

Transition woman?

She nods. The first woman a guy has a relationship with after a serious relationship ends. It never works out; the guys not ready. So women wait until they figure the guys had his transition and hes ready to get serious again. The timing is tricky, because if she waits too long, the guy could be gone.

I give this some thought, but the concept doesnt seem to fit my situation, so I shake my head. Laurie was the first woman I went out with after my marriage broke up. And she transitioned me; I didnt transition her.

Have you spoken to her since she left?

Another head shake from me. She sent me a letter, but I didnt open it. This is not a subject I want to be discussing, so I try to change it. So give me some advice.

Okay, she says, leaning forward so that her chin hovers over her creme brle. Call Laurie.

I meant dating advice.

She nods. Okay. Dont do it until youre ready. And when you do, just relax and be yourself.

I shift around in my chair; the subject and the eye contact are combining to make me very uncomfortable. Thats what I did with Laurie. I was relaxed and myself right up until the day she dumped my relaxed self.

For some reason, on the rare occasions when I talk about my breakup with Laurie, I emphasize the dumping without getting into the reasons. The truth is that Laurie had an opportunity to fulfill a lifetime ambition and at the same time go back to the hometown to which she has always felt connected. She swore that she loved me and pretty much begged me to go with her, but I wanted to be here, and she wanted to be there.

Youve got to move on, Andy. Its time Then the realization hits her, and she puts down her wineglass. My God, you havent had sex in four and a half months?

Its painful for me to listen to this, partially because its true, but mostly because the waitress has just come over and heard it as well.

I turn to the waitress. She meant days I havent had sex in four and a half days. Which for me is a really long time.

The waitress just shrugs her disinterest. Im afraid I cant help you with that. More coffee?

She pours our coffee for us and departs. Sorry about that, Andy, Rita says. But four and a half months?

I nod. And I have no interest. The other day I found myself in the supermarket looking at the cover of