Have you, Dr. Dashwood?" "No," Dashwood said, all charm and smarm. "But if I do, I'll tell them both you're looking for them." I just bet you will. John stood uncomfortably in Lucy's office, trying to keep his eyes off the bloody portraits decorating the walls. Being alone with Lucy and Dashwood was definitely an unpleasant experience, and he wished Thurman were here to back him up. "I've been told that Mark might be here." ''Who told you that?" Lucy asked, forcing a smile onto her brittle face. ”It must be a joke. We have no boys here, only girls. Someone was having fun at your expense." "I can't reveal my sources," John said, "but they were quite serious." "It's all right, Sheriff," Lucy said. "I know exactly who fed you such nonsense. That senile old creature in the woods, that Payne woman." She arched an eyebrow. "Aptly named, isn't she?" "Do you have a problem with her?" John asked casually. Lucy shook her head. ''No, except that she's rather senile and eccentric and has gotten it into her head that St.
