Dead Hunt

open mind. I found that refreshing. She told the truth and promised me only what she could give. I’ve had women promise me they would become nuns.’’ He laughed. ‘‘I tell them I’m Protestant, but I’ll pass their desires along to Father Henry.’’
Diane smiled. ‘‘You are also a counselor here? Is that right?’’
He nodded. ‘‘I’m here all day. We have a rabbi and a priest come to minister to the prisoners too.’’
Diane glanced down at the handout on the desk in front of her. It was instructions for filling out a job application. Rivers followed her gaze.
‘‘With some of them, small skills like filling out forms, going for a job interview, and creating a budget help them get by on the outside. Clymeme has been a big help. She already has those skills. Sometimes we do role playing and the women pretend they are at a job interview. Clymene is good at interviewing and showing them how to improve. She’s fluent in Spanish. I’ll tell you, that’s a big help.’’
‘‘And did she listen to you with an open mind?’’ asked Diane.
Rivers nodded. ‘‘She did. She listens and asks a lot of intelligent questions. She’s a smart woman. She actually understands everything I have to say.’’
‘‘Do the other prisoners like her?’’ asked Diane.
He nodded. ‘‘They do. She writes briefs for them. Pretty good at it too. She’s gotten one woman a new trial and another one visitation for her kid. That’s really a good record.’’
It certainly was, thought Diane. Now she knew why the DA was so nervous. Apparently there was no end to Clymene’s skills.
‘‘And the guards?’’ asked Diane.
He shrugged. ‘‘They like her as much as they like any of the prisoners, I suppose. Probably more because she doesn’t cause trouble. There are a couple of guards she is friendly with, I think. Guards are like the rest of us. Cynical. We hear and see a lot.’’
‘‘You don’t seem cynical,’’ said Diane.
‘‘I try not to be. Occasionally we actually get prisoners who are really innocent. It happens more than you think. I try to keep an open mind without becoming gullible. And I try not to take it too hard when they disappoint me. It’s not an easy line to walk.’’
‘‘I can imagine,’’ said Diane, though he seemed to her like a man who felt disappointments deeply.
He shifted in his chair and stared a moment at the handout in front of him. After a moment he looked back up at Diane.
‘‘I’m not familiar with the evidence against Clymene O’Riley. I get the impression from prison talk that it was weak.’’ He gave a faint laugh that barely made it out of his throat. ‘‘Something about creative scrapbooking?’’
Diane grinned at him. ‘‘Those illustrated her duplicity and pointed to an underlying scheme.’’ Diane took a breath and explained in detail about the scrapbooks. Rivers bent forward, resting his arms on the desk, and listened.
‘‘None were true?’’ he asked.
‘‘Not that we could discover. Almost all the photographs of her were digitally inserted over a background. Those places we could contact—like the car rally in Greece and the archaeology digs—did not have her in their records and had no one who remembered her, though they could verify that her husbands had been there.’’
‘‘I see,’’ said Rivers. But Diane wasn’t sure that he did.
‘‘Clymene’s scrapbooks were only secondary to the case,’’ said Diane. ‘‘The key piece of evidence was the cotton ball, and it was a slam dunk.’’

Chapter 5
    ‘‘The cotton ball?’’ Rev. Rivers sat up straight in the chair. ‘‘I don’t know about that.’’
    ‘‘Do you know how Clymene’s husband died?’’ asked Diane.
Rev. Rivers frowned and looked at a vase of irises to his right. ‘‘Lockjaw, I think she said.’’ He looked back at Diane. ‘‘Is that right?’’
‘‘Yes. Archer O’Riley flew to Micronesia to work on an archaeological dig. Clymene was supposed to be with him but developed a case of the flu at the last minute. She was to join him later. He arrived feeling sick, headachy, feverish, and a little stiff. He thought he was also coming down with the flu. The archaeology team sent him to a hospital in Guam. On the way he had seizures so severe that he broke one of his vertebrae and his arm was so swollen and inflamed the doctors were going to amputate it.’’
Rivers winced. ‘‘Tetanus is rare, isn’t it? I can’t say I’ve ever heard