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true. ā€œNow, I want to talk with you and Gracie but I donā€™t really want to run the journalistsā€™ gauntlet again. Is there another landline phone in the house that she can pick up?ā€

ā€œSure thing. Hang on and Iā€™ll get her. And thanks, Angie, for everything. I know you think Iā€™m scum, but for my family, I thank you.ā€

I heard him set the handset down and walk away. In the background, the sounds of TV and childrenā€™s laughter. Cartoons? I wondered. I sipped my tea and waited, impressed despite myself by Tonyā€™s humility and the strength it took any man, much less an Italian man, to say those words.

Then Gracie and Tony were on the line. ā€œHi, Angie. How are you?ā€ Gracie sounded tired, normal for any woman in the last month of pregnancy.

ā€œIā€™m good, kiddo. How about you? That little one letting you get any rest at night?ā€

ā€œNot much.ā€ She chuckled. ā€œLast night in bed, I had my belly up against Tonyā€™s back, and the baby kicked so hard, it even woke Tony up.ā€

ā€œOnly fair,ā€ I said, and heard them both laugh.

ā€œI was at the funeral today.ā€ Dead silence. ā€œThe flowers you sent were lovely. Iā€™m sure her mother appreciated the thought.ā€

ā€œYeah, well, Bart thought we should do it. As a gesture of respect, know what I mean? Not because of any fond feelings.ā€ Tonyā€™s voice was anxious, trying to convince Gracie.

ā€œExactly,ā€ I concurred. ā€œA sign of respect, that was how I interpreted it. I wanted to let you know, and also find out how Gracie is feeling.ā€

ā€œLike a giant medicine ball is attached to my ribs. What I wouldnā€™t give to take a deep breath again. Not to mention, get a nightā€™s sleep. Why do babies always want to do the breaststroke as soon as you lie down?ā€

Simultaneously, Tony and I both said, ā€œNot much longer, Gracie.ā€

She just sighed, a long, quavering breath. ā€œRight.ā€

ā€œYou both hang in there. The investigation is moving ahead and I have no doubt that Tony will walk out of the courtroom a free man.ā€ We said our good-byes and I hung up.

***

I was stumped. I admit it. No idea where to go or who to see next. So I had another cup of tea and read over my interview notes, hoping to spot something that Iā€™d missed so far. The man at the dumpster, I mused. I could ring doorbells in the building and try to locate him. But what would that do, ultimately? If he hadnā€™t seen Tony sitting in the car, so much the better. If he had, and I jogged his memory and he brought it to the police, Bart would have my hide. Better to leave it, I decided.

Murder wasnā€™t my area of expertise. My business centered on locating lost, stolen or hidden assets, things that could be found using straightforward records investigation. Iā€™d managed to find plenty of people with plenty of reasons to want Elisa dead. Motive, Iā€™d read, is always the least reliable of the infamous murder triumvirateā€”means, opportunity, motive. I needed to find out who had the means and the opportunity to kill Elisa. I took a sip of now lukewarm tea and grimaced, sure that I was miles behind Iggy and Wukowski on this road. But they havenā€™t arrested anyone yet, I told myself, even if they have done the means-opportunity work. They donā€™t understand the motives like you do.

I whipped out the table that Iā€™d developed, opened my laptop, and started to revise, eliminating Mrs. Lembke and Bobbie Russell due to lack of motive, and Richard Llewellyn due to lack of opportunity. I would focus on the rest, arbitrarily filling in blanks based on my best guess. Intuition is highly underrated. Thereā€™s usually fact hiding beneath it.

There were an awful lot of unknowns floating around in that table. No wonder everything seemed so nebulous. The easiest way to fill in the blanks was to talk Bart into letting me share information with Wukowski and Iggy. Tit for tat. Or rather, motive for means and opportunity.

I called Bartā€™s office. Bertha answered. ā€œLaw Offices of Bartholomew Matthews.ā€

ā€œBertha, itā€™s Angie.ā€

ā€œJah? You are leaving your home?ā€

ā€œNo, Iā€™m not calling to check in. I need to talk with Bart.ā€

ā€œHe is engaged.ā€

Since the only way to Bart was past Bertha. I had to grovel. ā€œI know itā€™s an imposition, but I need his okay to talk with the police about the Belloni case. I wouldnā€™t want to do anything without your agreement.ā€ The word ā€˜yourā€™ was intentional. If Bertha didnā€™t feel in charge, sheā€™d stonewall me all afternoon. ā€œIs there any chance I can get fifteen minutes of his time? Itā€™s important, or I wouldnā€™t bother you.ā€

She let me dangle for a few seconds, then said, ā€œI will check. Hold, please.ā€ Bertha must have been in a classical mood that morning, when she set up the radio station for listeners on hold. A Strauss waltz played almost to the end before she came back on the line. ā€œI will transfer you now.ā€

ā€œThanks, Bertha.ā€

Clicking, followed by Bart. ā€œAngie, how are things?ā€

ā€œPretty good, Bart. I want to fill you in on the funeral service.ā€ I gave him the low-down on the mourners and mentioned the extremely expensive casket and blanket of white roses. ā€œIt didnā€™t seem to me that Mrs. Morano has that kind of cash, Bart. Iā€™m wondering if she was able to get funds from Elisaā€™s accounts or if there was life insurance.ā€

ā€œCould be. But I donā€™t see how we can find out, unless you ask her. Would she open up to you?ā€

ā€œIā€™d say yes. She doesnā€™t seem to really understand the situation. I think itā€™s more than just a motherā€™s grief. I honestly donā€™t think sheā€™s too smart. Cunning, maybe. But not smart.ā€ I didnā€™t like myself too much for the next statement. ā€œI can probably use that to our advantage.ā€

ā€œThen what are you waiting for?ā€ Bartā€™s internal scruples were obviously not as sharp-edged as mine.

ā€œThere was a nice bouquet from the Belloni family. I talked to Gracie

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