You girls are going out to California to live with your mother.

I thought of blue crab again, and irrationally wished Bev had sold me rock fish or tuna. Nor was there much crime, so I had been told, only drunkenness, which was common with men alone at sea. Oil Red for fat in liver, silver nitrate, Biebrach Scarlet and Acridine Orange, as I thought about Tangier Island, where I'd never had a case before. While slides air-dried, I rooted around shelves, moving aside stains of bright orange, blue and pink in coplin jars, pulling out Gram's iodine for bacteria. The clerk ignored the insult and looked toward the vehicles stacking up behind the Range Rover. He ignored the bank and turn indicator and judged his angle by peering over Neth's shoulder at the gleaming mound of ice. Rapp eased the throttles back and twisted the controls slightly, sending the patrol plane into a wide, sweeping bank to port. The huge ice mass looked like a ghostly clipper ship under full sail as it floated gracefully beneath the cockpit windows. Maggie had saved Sharpe's life then, and she was doing it again now, even though she could have left him unwarned, hoped for his death, and kept the jewels of Vitoria for herself. She had sent Sharpe out of the rookery, knowing that the murdered man's friends would look for revenge, for Sharpe had killed one of the kings of St Giles, one of the leaders of the criminals who lived in such safe squalor in the dark maze. Sharpe had cut the man's throat, and the blood had soaked into Maggie's hair and she had laughed and cuffed Sharpe round the head for messing her up. He had killed a man who was beating the living daylights out of Maggie. He held the head - dim flash of the head speaking, the head laughing, the features mobile though the head was dead, and the hair was brown hair, the eyes bloodshot but brown, and blood seeping from the dead mouth that talked.

He drew it up out of the jar, knocking the jar on the floor so that the stinking liquid splattered on him. But he had a hold of it, his thumb sinking into the putrid cheek. Chunks of it rose against the glass, pushing against his wrist. The head was slimy and falling to pieces.

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