“What are you thinking?” Magozzi finally asked. Gino grunted. “That I should go out and shoot an FBI agent, just to make myself feel better.” “There were cops there, too. You can’t lay it all on the FBI.” “Yeah, I know. That’s even worse.” He turned his head and looked at Magozzi. “It doesn’t take MacBride off the suspect list, you know. If anything, it makes her a better pick. It’d be a real kick for a killer, wouldn’t it? Off a bunch of people and have everyone feeling sorry for you, thinking you’re a victim? And there’s another thing that bothers me. If she’s not the killer and she really went through all that shit, you’d think she’d be loony tunes for the rest of her life.” “Apparently she was, for a while.” “A week. You could fake it for that long standing on your head.” Magozzi sighed. “She didn’t do it, Gino.” “You sure you’re not doing your thinking a little south of the border?” Magozzi leaned back in the chair and rubbed at his eyes.
