Anthony directed her to an empty interrogation room, where they would have some privacy.
'Can I get you something? Coffee?' Anthony asked. The room was small and barely held a gray metal table and four chairs.
'Coffee, please. Black,' the woman answered.
'I'll be right back,' the detective told her with a reassuring smile. When he returned with two steaming cups of coffee, she was still wearing her raincoat. Her hands were in her lap and she was twisting in her seat so she could look around the tan-painted, concrete-block room.
'Are you cold?' Anthony asked. The woman looked puzzled. 'I noticed you're still wearing your raincoat.'
Fargo looked down, as if she had not realized that she still had on the coat. She took it off and Anthony draped it over a chair. Drops fell from the coat onto the metal legs and ran down them toward the floor. When she sat, she picked up her coffee, wrapping both hands around the Styrofoam cup for warmth.
'I'm sorry,' Anthony apologized, 'but I didn't get your full name.'
The woman nervously ran her tongue across her lips before answering.
'I'm Karen. Karen Fargo.' 'Is that Miss or Mrs.?' 'I'm not married.'
'The receptionist said you wanted to speak to someone about Lamar Hoyt's murder. Like I said, it's my case, so you can tell me anything you have to say.'
Fargo hesitated and Anthony waited. Then she said, 'I read in the paper that a man broke in and shot Lamar. Is that what happened? I mean, are you certain that this man . . . that he killed Lamar?'
Anthony caught the use of Hoyt's first name but did not change his expression.
'We found the bullet that killed Mr. Hoyt and we gave it to the people at the police lab. They checked the gun we found next to the intruder. The bullet came from that gun, and the intruder's fingerprints were on the gun.'
'Oh.' Fargo looked down as if she were losing the courage that had brought her to police headquarters.
'Did you think that someone else may have shot Mr. Hoyt?' Anthony asked gently. 'I . . . Well, I thought . . .' 'Yes?'
When she answered, Anthony could see that Karen Fargo was very frightened. 'It wasn't her? His wife? You're certain?'
'Why would you think that Ms. Crease shot her husband?'
Fargo looked down again. 'I ... I shouldn't have come here,' she said, and started to stand.
'Miss Fargo, what was your relationship to Mr.
Hoyt?'
Karen Fargo burst into tears and collapsed on her chair.
'I'm so sorry,' she managed.
'Do you want some water?'
'No. I'll be okay.'
Fargo took two deep breaths. 'We loved each other. We ...' Fargo looked down. 'We were going to be married.'
'Mr. Hoyt was already married,' Anthony said carefully.
Fargo dabbed at her tears again. 'He was going to divorce her. He told me so. Lamar was going to wait until after the campaign. Then he was going to divorce her and marry me.'
'How long did you have this relationship with Mr. Hoyt?'
'About a year. A little less. It started six months after I went to work for his company. I'm ... I was a secretary at Hoyt Industries.'
'And you met Mr. Hoyt there?' Anthony prodded.
'At the company picnic. We just started talking. It didn't last for long. He asked me my name and how long I'd been there and if I was enjoying my job. I thought he was asking to be nice. I was sure he wouldn't even remember me. But he did. About a week later, he saw me in the cafeteria and he remembered my name. Then a week after that, he called me at my apartment and asked if he could come over. I didn't know what to say. I mean, he was the boss of the whole company. I couldn't very well say no, could I?'
She looked toward Anthony for approval and he gave it to her. She bit her lip and looked down at the tabletop.
'I was afraid. I ... I thought . . . Well, I knew he was married and I'm not naive. But Lamar was a perfect gentleman. He was always a perfect gentleman.
'After that first time, he just started visiting. Sometimes he'd take me out to eat. Usually when his wife was busy in Salem at the legislature. He didn't come on to me. It was just to talk. He said he liked being with me and how he felt he could just be at ease when he was with me. There's so much pressure for a businessman like Lamar, you know, and he felt that his wife was so busy with her own work that she didn't have time for him.''
'So you started sleeping with him?'
Fargo looked straight at Anthony.
'He was lonely. It was sad. He had all that money and his big house, but he was lonely.'
'When did Mr. Hoyt start talking about marriage?'
'Right around when his wife said she was going to run for the U. S. Senate. That really upset Lamar, because it meant that she would be living in Washington, D. C., and he would never get to see her. He said that it would be like they weren't even married.'
'Miss Fargo, Lamar Hoyt was murdered on January seventh. Why did you wait until now to come see me?'
Karen Fargo's eyes widened with fright. Then she looked away.
'I don't know,' she answered. 'It's just been eating at me. Lamar dying like that. It didn't seem right.'
'Do you have anything concrete that would prove Ms. Crease was behind her husband's death?'
'No. Just that Lamar said he thought she might know about us.'
'He did? When did he say that?'
'A few weeks before he was killed. He said she was acting funny around him and that we had to be careful. He wanted to know if anything unusual had happened. Strange phone calls or anyone watching or following me.'
'And did any of that happen?'
'Not that I knew of.'
Anthony tried to think of something else to ask Fargo, but he couldn't. He was not surprised to discover that Hoyt had a mistress. It fit his pattern. Ellen Crease was a little older than the first two wives when she'd become wife number three, but not much older. She was now around the age of the other exes when Hoyt cut his ties with them.
'Thank you for coming in to talk to me, Miss Fargo. I can see how hard it was for you.'
Anthony thought Fargo looked relieved that he was not going to ask her any more questions. Anthony shook her hand and showed her out. Back at his desk, he swiveled his chair and looked out the wide windows. Rain again. Surprise, surprise. Some days he would give everything he owned for one sunny day.
Anthony felt sorry for Karen Fargo. He imagined that Hoyt's attentions must have seemed like something out of a fairy tale to a secretary who is suddenly transformed into the mistress of a millionaire. Was Hoyt really intending to dump Crease for Fargo or was he simply dangling the possibility of marriage in front of Fargo to keep her in his bed?
As Anthony went to get a fresh cup of coffee, he thought about a question Fargo had asked. Was he certain that Jablonski had killed Hoyt? Definitely, as far as the physical act went, but what about the blood spatter evidence and the money? And then there was the fact that all the security systems at the estate were off when Jablonski broke in. Crease had a reasonable explanation for that, but did he believe it? Crease had definitely benefited from Hoyt's death. She had skyrocketed in the polls, and there was the insurance and the will. These were all motives for murder. Now there was another motive for Crease to hire Jablonski.
Anthony let the thought hang in the air. He turned it around and examined it. He did not want to believe that Ellen Crease was a murderer. Anthony liked Crease.
He had no doubt that Hoyt's death had really hurt her. She had shown little emotion other than anger in her press conferences, but he had seen her right after the murder and he would swear that her grief was real. That actually weighed against her. If Ellen really loved Lamar, the knowledge that he had a lover and was ready to leave her would be a powerful motive to kill. Anthony decided that it was time to have another meeting with the district
