The Height of Intrigue

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Rabinowitz didn’t even open her eyes when the phone chimed. “Someone is damned impolite,” she muttered, then said more loudly, “Phone: sound only. Hello?”

An unfamiliar male voice said, “Is this Ms. Debra Rabinowitz?”

“De-bor’-ah,” she said instinctively. “The late Deborah Rabinowitz. Is there something the matter, Inspector?”

There was a pause. “How did you know… oh, because I sliced through your p-code. Very sly, ma’am.”

“Compliments to be delivered only at the servants’ entrance. I hope this call is worth overriding an ordinary taxpayer’s privacy code.”

“Well, I believe it is, ma’am. Would you mind if I dropped by your house?”

“Physically?”

“In person, yes, that’s what I was thinking.”

“Call back in twelve hours. I’m sure the corpse will have risen by then.”

“I had in mind more like five minutes. I’m just now crossing the Bay.”

“Five minutes? Do you have a warrant?”

“Well, you see, I was hoping to avoid an adversarial relationship at this stage of the process.” He paused. “Will I need a warrant?”

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