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"Hell, I'd know in a second you didn't do it. I've been a detective a damn long time, kid. And I know you<br />
didn't do it. My goddamn trick knee tells me." He cuffed Jonathan's shoulder. "The poor girl is really<br />
banged up. A stringbean like you couldn'ta d<strong>one</strong> it."<br />
Then why did I dream what I dreamed?<br />
"If I weren't your son, you'd request a poly as a matter of routine. It'd be your duty then, and it's your<br />
duty now."<br />
Mike's face clouded. Jonathan had him cornered. The truth was obvious. "I'll call the precinct, get an<br />
operator outa bed," Mike muttered. He started to go heavily down the stairs. At the landing he paused. He<br />
looked back, the hall light gleaming on his glasses, his skin the color of dirty flour. "Goddamn, I just had a<br />
thought. If we were out on the lease, we'd be gettin' up just about now. I can smell that coffee, son."<br />
Mike's hunting lease was his personal version of paradise. The two of them had good times there, despite<br />
Jonathan's total inability to fire after he had aimed. He couldn't understand killing for fun. The pleasure of<br />
the hunt did not seem justification for stealing a life. For him, getting the buck in his sights was enough. "I'll<br />
be ready in a minute." He went to his closet, began to get dressed.<br />
Mother followed Jonathan into his room, talked to him as he put on his clothes. "Don't you realize he<br />
thinks you're guilty? He'll make that test read any way he wants it to read!"<br />
"Mother, for heaven's sake, I asked for the test."<br />
She dropped her voice. "He's clever. If I didn't know better, I'd say I had committed the ultimate error of<br />
marrying an Inquisitor."<br />
"A who?"<br />
She blinked away annoyance. "Just a figure of speech. Remember that a policeman's first concern is<br />
solving his case. Getting the right man is entirely secondary."<br />
"Mike would never take advantage like that. It isn't his way."<br />
"I'm the <strong>one</strong> who loves you, Jonathan. You're my child and it's my obligation to protect you." Her hands<br />
fluttered helplessly before her face. "His affection—if you can even call it that—is ordinary. Just ordinary."<br />
She clutched at him. "You're so brilliant, so good—he has no idea what you are. He's a barbarian."<br />
"Why did you marry him then? I don't think you've ever loved him, have you?"<br />
"That isn't your business. I had a good reason for marrying Mike. Better than you can imagine."<br />
"And I have a good reason for taking the polygraph."<br />
"I can't stop you, can I?"<br />
"Not really, Mother."<br />
"So put your shirt on and go take your beloved polygraph and God help you! You can defy me all you<br />
want. 1 can't stop you." She swept out, head high, fists clenched. There were tears starting in her eyes.<br />
Poor Mother. There was so much about her own son that she did not understand.<br />
I am a gentle man who dreams like a monster.<br />
He went down the stairs, found Mike standing in the kitchen.<br />
Mike's face was tight with embarrassment. "The poly operator's waiting." He walked quietly behind<br />
Jonathan into the garage. But the moment the door closed he began to argue again. "For God's sake,<br />
Johnny, the girl is over at that hospital and we're wasting time. She needs a friend right now. Let me take<br />
you to her. Forget the damn polygraph— nobody suspects you, least of all me."<br />
Jonathan paused beside the car. A quiet, firm voice spoke within: There is something wrong with you,<br />
and now is the time to find out what it is.<br />
"Do it for me, Dad."<br />
That statement brought a cuff that made Jonathan's ear ring. He sat down in the cigar-cured old Dodge<br />
and wished that Mike would for once remember his strength. "Sorry, Johnny. Sorry. It's just—I know my<br />
own job. Don't tell me my job. And I don't want to polygraph you."<br />
Jonathan had to be more specific with Mike; there was no way around it. "Dad, I was having a very<br />
strange dream when you woke me up. I was dreaming that I had raped Patricia. Violently. In a church."<br />
Mike got into the Dodge. For a moment he was silent. Then he slammed his hands against the steering<br />
wheel. "Coincidence."<br />
"What if I'm a psychopath and don't know it?"<br />
"Rare. Chance in a million."<br />
"It happens, Dad."<br />
"I know it happens! But it isn't happening to you. You're the scientific genius in the family. You'd know it<br />
if you were a psycho." He looked at Jonathan. There was fear in his eyes. "Wouldn't you?"<br />
"There are blank areas in my memory."<br />
"Big deal. There are blank areas in my memory too. You're a good kid—I mean, don't go getting a