No one paid him any attention.
“When?” Jesse said.
“Three months ago.”
“And did you?”
“Yes,” Gates said.
“Who?”
“I believe that would be covered by privilege,” Gates said.
“No doubt,” Jesse said. “Of course, the client is murdered and I’m trying to find who did it.”
Gates nodded. “That would be a consideration,” he said. Jesse waited.
“Esther Bergman,” Gates said.
“She here in the city?”
“Yes. Hoffman, Dalton, and Berks,” Gates said. “Downtown.”
“Did he consult her?” Jesse said.
“I don’t know.”
“Was Mrs. Weeks aware?”
“I don’t know.”
The three men were quiet for a time in Nolan’s penthouse office.
“What effect would a divorce have had on the enterprise?”
Jesse said finally.
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Nolan looked at Gates. Gates nodded.
“None, would be my guess,” Nolan said. “Walton was a name brand. He’d been divorced before. I don’t think it would have had any effect.”
“And on the former Mrs. Weeks?” Jesse said.
“Lorrie?” Nolan said. “I suppose that would have depended on the settlement.”
“But she would be unlikely to remain an heir.”
“Unlikely,” Gates said.
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Jenn’s apartment was clean, but it wasn’t neat. Clothes were scattered about. The dirty dishes and scattered crumbs of a small and hurried breakfast were in the kitchen. There was a chaos of makeup in the bathroom and a wet towel wadded on the floor near the shower. Sunny smiled.
