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When there was a knock on her door, Laurie checked through the peephole by reflex. She found herself looking directly into one of Paul's dark eyes. He'd put his face up to the tiny lens.

Laurie undid the extensive array of locks a former tenant had installed on her front door and pulled it open. "You clown, " she commented teasingly at Paul's antics. He had a playful side that was unpredictable but which could embarrass her in public, like when he surprisingly joined her in the Lilliputian commode on the Concorde.

Laurie had been mortified when she'd emerged, but later she'd laughed at herself and the stodgy businessmen who pretended not to have noticed.

"Surprise, " Paul said as he pulled a bouquet of fall flowers from behind his back.

"What's the occasion? " Laurie asked.

"No occasion, " Paul said. "I just thought they looked attractive at one of those all-night Korean convenience stores."

"Well, thank you, " Laurie said. She gave him a light kiss and took the flowers. While she went for a vase, Paul took off his coat. He was dressed for business in a suit similar to the one he had on the previous evening.

"Come on in here if you want any coffee, " Laurie called from the kitchen. Paul appeared a moment later. He was carrying Tom-2, who was purring loudly. "What'll it be? " Laurie asked. "I'm having filtered coffee, but I could make you an espresso." She finished with the flowers and put the vase on the table.

"Nothing for me, " Paul said energetically. "I've had enough coffee to last me the whole day, maybe the week. The phone woke me up early. If only Europe wasn't six hours ahead of us, my life would be ten times , , easier.

"Do you mind that I finish my breakfast? " Laurie said. "I don't have a lot of time."

"Of course not, " Paul said. He sat down across from her at the tiny table. He continued to stroke the cat, who was content in his lap.

"You're certainly full of surprises, " Laurie said between mouthfuls.

"I never expected to see you this morning."

"I know, " Paul said with a sly smile. "But I had a specific surprise I wanted to share with you. I thought it would be better in person."

"That sounds intriguing, " Laurie said. "What kind of a surprise? "

"First, let me tell you how much I enjoyed meeting your friends last night, " Paul said. "Certainly impressive guys."

"I'm glad, " Laurie said. "Thank you. But what is this surprise you're talking about? " Paul smiled.

Knowing Laurie's curiosity, he was purposefully stringing her along.

"I was particularly impressed by Jack riding his bike around the city, " Paul continued.

"Paul! " Laurie intoned with frustration.

"And Lou, " Paul said. "I can't remember the last time I met a more modest guy."

"I'm going to flip some of my yogurt onto your silk tie if you don't tell me what you're trying to say." Laurie held the bowl of her spoon back with her left index finger, turning the spoon into a potential miniature catapult.

"Okay, okay, " Paul laughed. He raised his palms in surrender.

Sensing trouble, Tom-2 bailed out from Paul's lap and disappeared into the living room.

"You have five seconds, " Laurie teased.

"The surprise is that we're going back to Europe this weekend, " Paul said. "We'll take the Concorde to Paris on Friday, then connect to Budapest. And let me tell you, Budapest has become one of the more interesting cities in Europe. You're going to love it. I even got us a suite at the Hilton overlooking the Danube." Paul stared at Laurie with a self-satisfied smile. Laurie returned the gaze but didn't respond. Paul's smile faded. "What's the matter? " he asked.

"I can't go to Budapest this weekend, " Laurie said.

"Why not? " Paul questioned.

"I've got to catch up with work, " Laurie said with a half laugh.

"I've never had so many uncompleted folders on my desk."

"You're not going to let work interfere with our weekends, are you? " Paul asked.

He was astonished. "You can work all week."

"I've got too much to do, " Laurie said. "I've had to let things slide as it is, especially after spending most of yesterday with the FBI over the skinhead case.

" Paul rolled his eyes. "I'll tell you what, we'll cut back on what we have planned for the rest of the week. After all, today is only Tuesday.

We'll even scrap the ballet Thursday night even though I had to beg, borrow, and steal for the tickets. It's not as important as a weekend in Budapest."

"I can't go to Budapest! " Laurie said with a tone that precluded debate.

There was a lull in the conversation. Laurie looked at her near-fiance.

He wasn't returning her stare but rather looking down at his hands while shaking his head in a way that was almost imperceptible. "This is a surprise for me, " he admitted, breaking the silence. Now he was nodding ever so slightly but still looking down at his lap. "I was so sure you'd want to go."

"It's not that I don't want to go, " Laurie said. She softened. "It's just that I have other obligations because of my work."

"I don't think it's healthy that you are letting your work control you, " Paul said. Finally he raised his coal-black eyes to hers. "Life's too short for that."

"Now that's hardly a fair thing to say, " Laurie responded. "The real reason we went to Paris last weekend was for your work, not that we didn't enjoy ourselves when you were free. I'm assuming the same situation holds for Budapest. I mean, the reason you're going there is for business. In other words, you're working on weekends, so why is it so different if I have to do the same? "

"It's different, " Paul said.

"Really? " Laurie questioned. "I fail to see how it's different." Paul stared back at Laurie. His face had reddened.

"As far as I can see the only way it's different is that I can't work in Budapest."

"There are other differences than that, " Paul snapped.

"Give me some examples! " Laurie said.

Paul sighed and shook his head. "It's not important."

"But it must be, otherwise you wouldn't be upset."

"I'm upset because you're not willing to go."

"It's not that I wouldn't like to, " Laurie explained. "You do understand that point, don't you? "

"I suppose, " Paul said unconvincingly.

"What kind of work do you do anyway? " Laurie asked. She could remember Jack asking the same question the night before. She truly had no idea, and until then it had never occurred to her to ask. She'd always thought he'd just tell her when it was relevant. Having dated so many men who could talk only about their business, she'd found Paul a relief. Yet she was beginning to feel that it was strange that she had no idea what field he was in.

"Does it matter? " Paul questioned contentiously.

"No, it doesn't, " Laurie said. She could tell she'd hurt his feelings by suggesting it did. "And I don't think this should be an argument."

"You're right, " Paul said. "I'm sorry for reacting the way I have.

The problem is, I don't have a choice about this trip. I have to go, and frankly it's lonely. With you along it would actually be a pleasure."

"Thank you for saying that, " Laurie said. "And I'm grateful for your asking me. It's just that I can't go away every weekend. And we have gone away three weekends in a row."

"I understand, " Paul said. He smiled weakly.

Laurie looked into his eyes. She wondered if he was being sincere.

Paul had a radio-dispatched Town Car waiting for him outside of Laurie's building. He was happy to give her a ride. He said he was going in the same direction. His first meeting for the day was at the United Nations. Laurie was impressed and even more curious about the nature of his business. She was tempted to ask who he was seeing, but was afraid her motive would be too transparent.

Outside of the office of the Chief Medical Examiner Laurie waved as Paul's car accelerated north on First Avenue. Then she turned and mounted the steps of the blue-glazed brick building. As she entered, she felt vaguely out of sorts, which was not how she'd started the day.

Although she and Paul had not had an argument, they'd come close. It had been the first such episode in their wildly romantic relationship.

She hoped it wasn't a premonition of things to come, and that the hint of male chauvinism in his responses didn't mask outright sexist views.

Laurie crossed the empty waiting area and approached the main interior entrance that led to the first-floor corridor. "Excuse me! " she called out to Marlene Wilson, the African-American receptionist.

Laurie needed Marlene to buzz her in.

"Dr. Montgomery! Hold on! " Marlene said when she caught sight of Laurie. "You've got some visitors who've been waiting for you." A middle-aged couple whom Laurie had never seen stood up from one of the waiting room's vinyl couches. The burly man was in a heavy red-checked wool jacket and needed a shave. He was holding a hunting cap with earmuffs tied over the top. The woman seemed frail. There was a lace collar around her coat. The two looked as if they belonged in a small town in the Midwest. They were plainly intimidated, and exhausted, as if they'd been traveling all night.

"Can I help you? " Laurie asked.

"We hope so, " the man said. "I'm Chester Cassidy and this here is my wife, Shirley." Laurie recoiled at the surname, realizing that she was most likely facing the parents of Brad Cassidy. Instantly, the horrific image of the tortured young man she'd posted the day before sprang unbidden into her mind's eye. She remembered the gouged eye sockets, the huge nail that had been pounded through the boy's palm, and the naked part of his chest and abdomen where he'd been skinned alive. She shuddered.

"What can I do for you? " Laurie managed to say.

"We understand you are the doctor who took care of our son, Brad, " Chester said. His large, gnarled hands were unconsciously worrying his hat.

Laurie nodded, although "taking care of Brad" was hardly an appropriate euphemism for what she'd had to do.

"We would like to talk to you for a few moments, " Chester added.

"Provided you have the time."

"Of course, " Laurie said, although she wasn't looking forward to the conversation. Dealing with bereaved parents was not easy for her.

"But I'm just arriving at this very moment. You'll have to give me about fifteen minutes."

"We understand, " Chester said. With an arm around his wife, Chester retreated to the couch.

Laurie had herself buzzed into the building. Preoccupied with the upcoming meeting with the Cassidy family, she took the elevator up to the fifth floor and went into her office. She hung her coat behind the door. A quick glance at the mound of unfinished folders on her desk made her thankful she'd been steadfast in her decision not to go on the Budapest trip.

Laurie found Brad Cassidy's folder near the top of the stack. Using her index finger she went through the contents until she came to the identification sheet. She pulled it out. She was curious who had made the ID. The name was listed as Helen Trautman, the deceased's sister.

Back down on the first floor she took the circuitous route through communications to the ID room. She wanted a bolt of coffee before facing the Cassidys. As she entered, she ran into Jack and Vinnie on their way down to the autopsy room. As usual, they were getting a jump on the day.

"Could we talk for a moment? " Jack asked sheepishly the moment he saw Laurie.

"Can it wait? " Laurie asked. She looked at Jack curiously, sheepishness was hardly one of Jack's typical behavioral traits.

"There's a couple waiting for me out in the waiting room. I have a feeling they've been here for a long time."

"It'll only take a second, " Jack promised. "Vinnie, run down and get set up in the autopsy room! I'll be down in a couple of minutes."

"Why don't I just go back to my newspaper? " Vinnie suggested. "I don't want to be standing down there in the deserted pit twiddling my thumbs.

Some of your spontaneous conversations go on for half an hour."

"Not this time, " Jack said. "Get! " .

Vinnie slunk off. Jack watched him go until he was out of earshot. Then he stepped over to Laurie who was helping herself to the community coffee. Jack cast a quick glance at George Fontworth, but he was ignoring them while busily sorting the cases that had come in over the night.

"Where's the Hope diamond ring? " Jack asked.

Laurie glanced at her naked finger as if she expected the ring to be there. "It's hidden in the freezer compartment of my refrigerator."

"On ice, so to speak, " Jack said.

Laurie couldn't help but smile. Such a comment was much more like the Jack she knew. "I'm not officially engaged, " she said. "I mentioned that last night, in case you don't remember."

"I guess not until you tell your parents, " Jack said.

"That and a few other things, " Laurie said.

"Anyway, " Jack stammered. "I wanted to apologize for last night."

"Apologize for what? " Laurie asked. Apology wasn't one of Jack's strong suits either.

"For not being more positive about Paul, " Jack said. "He seems like a nice enough guy, and I'm impressed by you two going to Paris for the weekend. I could never do that in a million years."

"Is that all you want to say? "

"I guess, " Jack said.

"Then your apology is accepted, " Laurie said matter-of-factly. She tossed back the quarter cup of coffee she'd poured for herself, flashed Jack a quick, fake smile, then headed for the meeting with the Cassidys.

She knew Jack was transfixed and probably baffled by her behavior, but she didn't care. She hadn't wanted an apology, especially not an insincere one. What she wanted to hear from him was how he felt about her possible plans to marry. But she now knew it wasn't going to happen, and it frustrated her.

Laurie first checked one of the small side rooms used for relatives during the emotional identification process. In the past, people had to go down to the morgue and view the body, but that was an unnecessarily cruel procedure for individuals still coping with the shock of loss of a loved one. Now Polaroid pictures were used, and it was a lot easier on everyone.