DeVasher was trying to fit the pieces together. Something was wrong, but he couldn't work out what it was. He voiced his thoughts to Lambert and Locke.
"His wife leaves, saying her mother's got to have an operation and that she's tired of him. Right? But from the conversations we've recorded, things weren't that bad between them. And why can't we find a hospital that's heard of Maxine Sutherland? We've checked every hospital in Kentucky, Indiana and Tennessee. Doesn't that seem odd to you? "Not really," Lambert said. "People often use hospitals on the other side of the country if that's where the specialist doctor is. And her parents are rich people. They'd find the best medical help, wherever it was.
Locke nodded and agreed. "How much has he talked to her?" "She calls about once a day. All they talk about is her mother and his work and stuff like that.'
Locke nodded and agreed. "How much has he talked to her?"
"She calls about once a day. All they talk about is her mother and his work and stuff like that."
'Hasn't she mentioned the name of the hospital?" asked Locke.
"Not once. Sometimes I think it's a trick to get her out of town, to protect her."
''l can't believe that, Lambert said. "There's no proof of that."
DeVasher looked angrily at them and walked nervously up and down behind his desk. 'About ten days ago, someone made a lot of unusual copies on the fourth floor. At three o'clock in the morning. At the time, only McDeere and Scott Kimble were in the building. Neither of them has any business on the fourth floor. Twenty-one file numbers were used. Three belong to Lamar Quin's files and the other eighteen all belong to McDeere's files. None belong to Kimble. The copier used was