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penknife.”
    “Rebecca, that doesn’t make sense.”
    “Murder never makes sense.”
    “What kind of killer goes after his victims with a penknife, for God’s sake?”
    “A lunatic.”
    “Psychotic killers usually favor dramatic weapons-butcher knives, hatchets, shotguns…”
    “In the movies, maybe.”
    “In reality, too.”
    “This is just another psycho like all the psychos who’re crawling out of the walls these days,” she insisted. “There’s nothing special or strange about him.”
    “But how does he overpower them? If he’s only wielding a penknife, why can’t his victims fight him off or escape?”
    “There’s an explanation,” she said doggedly. “We’ll find it.”
    The house was warm, getting warmer; Jack took off his overcoat.
    Rebecca left her coat on. The heat didn’t seem to bother her any more than the cold.
    “And in every case,” Jack said, “the victim has fought his assailant. There are always signs of a big struggle. Yet none of the victims seems to have managed to wound his attacker; there’s never any blood but the victim’s own. That’s damned strange. And what about Vastagliano-murdered in a locked bathroom?”
    She stared at him suddenly but didn’t respond.
    “Look, Rebecca, I’m not saying it’s voodoo or anything the least bit supernatural. I’m not a particularly superstitious man. My point is that these murders might be the work of someone who does believe in voodoo, that there might be something ritualistic about them. The condition of the corpses certainly points in that direction. I didn’t say voodoo works. I’m only suggesting that the killer might think it works, and his belief in voodoo might lead us to him and give us some of the evidence we need to convict him.”
    She shook her head. “Jack, I know there’s a certain streak in you…”
    “What certain streak is that?”
    “Call it an excessive degree of open-mindedness.”
    “How is it possible to be excessively open-minded? That’s like being too honest.”
    “When Darl Coleson said this Baba Lavelle was taking over the drug trade by using voodoo curses to kill his competition, you listened… well… you were a child, enraptured.”
    “I didn’t.”
    “You did. Then the next thing I know, we’re off to Harlem to a voodoo shop!”
    “If this Baba Lavelle really is interested in voodoo, then it makes sense to assume that someone like Carver Hampton might know him or be able to find out something about him for us.”
    “A nut like Hampton won’t be any help at all. You remember the Holderbeck case?”
    “What’s that got to do with-”
    “The old lady who was murdered during the séance?”
    “Emily Holderbeck. I remember.”
    “You were fascinated with that one,” she said.
    “I never claimed there was anything supernatural about it.”
    “Absolutely fascinated.”
    “Well, it was an incredible murder. The killer was so bold. The room was dark, sure, but there were eight people present when the shot was fired.”
    “But it wasn’t the facts of the case that fascinated you the most,” Rebecca said. “It was the medium that interested you. That Mrs. Donatella with her crystal ball. You couldn’t get enough of her ghost stories, her so-called psychic experiences.”
    “So?”
    “Do you believe in ghosts, Jack?”
    “You mean, do I believe in an afterlife?”
    “Ghosts.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. Who can say?”
    “ I can say. I don’t believe in ghosts. But your equivocation proves my point.”
    “Rebecca, there are millions of perfectly sane, respectable, intelligent, level-headed people who believe in life after death.”
    “A detective’s a lot like a scientist,” she said. “He’s got to be logical.”
    “He doesn’t have to be an atheist , for God’s sake!”
    Ignoring him, she said, “Logic is the best tool we have.”
    “All I’m saying is that we’re on to something strange. And since the brother of one of the victims thinks voodoo is