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           Hemotionedtotheotherman,adark-complexionedmanwithverythick,veryblackeyebrows."Thisismypartner,DetectiveSiriani.AreyouMissKayAdams?"

           Kaynodded.Phillipssaid,"Maywecomeinandtalktoyouforafewminutes.It’saboutMichaelCorleone."

           Shestoodasidetoletthemin.Atthatmomentherfatherappearedinthesmallsidehallthatledtohisstudy."Kay,whatisit?"heasked.

           Herfatherwasagray-haired,slender,distinguished-lookingmanwhonotonlywasthepastorofthetownBaptistchurchbuthadareputationinreligiouscirclesasascholar.Kayreallydidn’tknowherfatherwell,hepuzzledher,butsheknewhelovedherevenifhegavetheimpressionhefoundheruninterestingasaperson.Thoughtheyhadneverbeenclose,shetrustedhim.Soshesaidsimply,"ThesemenaredetectivesfromNewYork.TheywanttoaskmequestionsaboutaboyIknow."

           Mr.Adamsdidn’tseemsurprised."Whydon’twegointomystudy?"hesaid.

           DetectivePhillipssaidgently,"We’drathertalktoyourdaughteralone,Mr.Adams."

           Mr.Adamssaidcourteously,"ThatdependsonKay,Ithink.Mydear,would-youratherspeaktothesegentlemenaloneorwouldyouprefertohavemepresent?Orperhapsyourmother?"

           Kayshookherhead."I’lltalktothemalone."

           Mr.AdamssaidtoPhillips,"Youcanusemystudy.Willyoustayforlunch?"Thetwomenshooktheirheads.Kayledthemintothestudy.

           Theyresteduncomfortablyontheedgeofthecouchasshesatinherfather’sbigleatherchair.