"with his daughter." "Incest?" Rainie looked at Quincy incredulously. "Jesus, SupSpAg, how do you sleep with that mind?" "I can't be sure," Quincy said modestly, "but it has all the classic signs. Domineering father alone with his young daughter for the first thirteen years of her life. Seems very doting on the outside. I'm sure if you conducted further interviews you'd find plenty of neighbors and teachers telling you how 'close' Mr. Avalon and his daughter were. How 'involved' he was in her life. But then she hits puberty and the jig is up. To continue risks pregnancy, plus she's starting to get a woman's body, and many of these men aren't interested in that. So Mr. Avalon goes ahead and takes a wife, some poor, passive woman to serve as window dressing and help him appear suitable to the outside world. Now he clings to the fantasy of what he once had. And protects it jealously." "Does Mr. Avalon have access to a computer?" Rainie asked Luke. "In his office." She turned to Quincy. "If Mr. Avalon was involved with his daughter, would he have problems with her relationship with VanderZanden?" "He'll have problems with any of her relationships. In his mind, she's his." "That's it then. He found out, got angry--" "And got an alibi," Luke interrupted flatly. They looked at him sharply. He was nearly apologetic. "I tried, Rainie. I stayed in town till eleven last night trying to break this guy's story. I've probably pissed off every blue blood in the city and it still holds. Mr. Avalon was in a business meeting all day Tuesday. His secretary swears"