They didn’t mention Crowe, saying only that Brom had taken her own life. They’d told everyone else that Crowe had died from a heart attack that same evening. Duke Robert stared without blinking. “And there’s not even…a body?” “No,” Da said, and Katya was surprised at the grief in his voice. Maybe it was his feelings for Crowe coming through, or maybe the loss of his grandchildren’s mother really moved him. It didn’t move Katya an inch. “Forgive me for…” Duke Robert shook his head, didn’t seem to know whether he was coming or going. “Forgive me,” he said again. “I can’t believe it.” “Do you know who might have given her the pyramid?” Da asked. “No.” Da put an arm around his shoulders. Katya might not have sympathy for Brom, but Duke Robert’s grief moved her a little. Da guided him to a chair. “I hate to ask this so soon, Robert. I know how hurt you must feel, but we need to know how your daughter came by the pyramid she used. Would you submit to a mind probe?”
