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strange animal behavior you people have been reporting on." Calvin saw no reason to mention Matty.
"And you think there's an environmental cause."
"Yes," Calvin said, "and possibly related to what Sally Forand was investigating."
"I see." Waite rocked back and put the tips of his fingers together as if holding an invisible ball. "If I recall, Sally never reported anything about strange animal behavior."
"Love Canal didn't happen overnight either," Calvin said.
"And you think you're living on your own Love Canal."
"That's what I'm asking you."
Waite nodded and crossed the room to a file cabinet, where he stooped down and pulled out a bottom drawer. From in back he extracted a manila file, came back to the desk, opened the folder and pulled from it a five-by-seven black-and-white photo that he handed to Calvin.
It showed an attractive young woman with blond hair pulled back, grinning happily, and beside her, a younger, long-haired Dennis Waite. They were holding a newspaper open to a page with portraits of women too small to make out. FEBRUARY, 1973 was penned on the bottom white margin.
"We were going to be married that June," Dennis Waite said. "She was killed in a car crash on Memorial Day weekend. It was a hit-and-run. She died instantly."
"I'm sorry."
Waite nodded. "They found the other car about half a mile from hers. It had rolled over a couple times down a bank. Some blood but no driver. I had the impression it was staged."
"Staged?" Calvin said. "You mean, you suspected she'd been murdered?"
"At the time," Waite said. "Remember, it was the era of political assassinations and conspiracy theories. And I was a young reporter caught up in Watergate fever, so I was full of suspicions. Her death was my grassy knoll."
"Was there an investigation?"
"Yeah, but it turned up nothing."
"What made you suspect she'd been murdered?"

 
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