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āSure thing. Hang on and Iāll get her. And thanks, Angie, for everything. I know you think Iām 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 childrenās laughter. Cartoons? I wondered. I sipped my tea and waited, impressed despite myself by Tonyās 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. āHi, Angie. How are you?ā Gracie sounded tired, normal for any woman in the last month of pregnancy.
āIām good, kiddo. How about you? That little one letting you get any rest at night?ā
āNot much.ā She chuckled. āLast night in bed, I had my belly up against Tonyās back, and the baby kicked so hard, it even woke Tony up.ā
āOnly fair,ā I said, and heard them both laugh.
āI was at the funeral today.ā Dead silence. āThe flowers you sent were lovely. Iām sure her mother appreciated the thought.ā
āYeah, well, Bart thought we should do it. As a gesture of respect, know what I mean? Not because of any fond feelings.ā Tonyās voice was anxious, trying to convince Gracie.
āExactly,ā I concurred. āA sign of respect, that was how I interpreted it. I wanted to let you know, and also find out how Gracie is feeling.ā
āLike a giant medicine ball is attached to my ribs. What I wouldnāt give to take a deep breath again. Not to mention, get a nightās sleep. Why do babies always want to do the breaststroke as soon as you lie down?ā
Simultaneously, Tony and I both said, āNot much longer, Gracie.ā
She just sighed, a long, quavering breath. āRight.ā
āYou 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 Iād 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 hadnāt 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 wasnāt my area of expertise. My business centered on locating lost, stolen or hidden assets, things that could be found using straightforward records investigation. Iād managed to find plenty of people with plenty of reasons to want Elisa dead. Motive, Iād read, is always the least reliable of the infamous murder triumvirateāmeans, 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 havenāt arrested anyone yet, I told myself, even if they have done the means-opportunity work. They donāt understand the motives like you do.
I whipped out the table that Iād 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. Thereās 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 Bartās office. Bertha answered. āLaw Offices of Bartholomew Matthews.ā
āBertha, itās Angie.ā
āJah? You are leaving your home?ā
āNo, Iām not calling to check in. I need to talk with Bart.ā
āHe is engaged.ā
Since the only way to Bart was past Bertha. I had to grovel. āI know itās an imposition, but I need his okay to talk with the police about the Belloni case. I wouldnāt want to do anything without your agreement.ā The word āyourā was intentional. If Bertha didnāt feel in charge, sheād stonewall me all afternoon. āIs there any chance I can get fifteen minutes of his time? Itās important, or I wouldnāt bother you.ā
She let me dangle for a few seconds, then said, āI 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. āI will transfer you now.ā
āThanks, Bertha.ā
Clicking, followed by Bart. āAngie, how are things?ā
āPretty 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. āIt didnāt seem to me that Mrs. Morano has that kind of cash, Bart. Iām wondering if she was able to get funds from Elisaās accounts or if there was life insurance.ā
āCould be. But I donāt see how we can find out, unless you ask her. Would she open up to you?ā
āIād say yes. She doesnāt seem to really understand the situation. I think itās more than just a motherās grief. I honestly donāt think sheās too smart. Cunning, maybe. But not smart.ā I didnāt like myself too much for the next statement. āI can probably use that to our advantage.ā
āThen what are you waiting for?ā Bartās internal scruples were obviously not as sharp-edged as mine.
āThere was a nice bouquet from the Belloni family. I talked to Gracie
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