'Depending on the price of the stock, quite a few millions.'
'So it would be in their best interest to keep pumping Kinergy up until they unloaded their stock,' I said.
'Then they can let it flop.'
'Most of the employees' 401(k)s and other pension vehicles are invested in Kinergy stock.'
'So when it tanks?'
'They're fucked,' Marty said.
'You CPAs talk a language all your own,' I said. 'You happen to run across the name Darrin O'Mara anywhere?'
'Sure. He owns one of the SPEs.'
'How about Lance Devaney?' I said.
'Yep.'
'SPE?'
'Yep.'
'Funded in one way or another by Kinergy?'
'Yep.'
'Hot damn,' I said.
'Hot damn?'
'Yeah,' I said. 'Detectives talk a language all their own, too. Can we prove all this stuff in court?'
'If I can continue to access the books,' Marty said. 'We going to court?'
'I have no idea,' I said.
60
Marty headed back toward Staniford Street and I sat on the bench for a while after he left. From where I sat I could see down Tremont to where the Eisens had their condo. In front of me a lot of black and Hispanic kids were heading down Winter Street toward Downtown Crossing. There was a little police substation down there. One of the cops told me once that the ghetto kids gathered there, not to make trouble but because it was safe.
This was new. I had information overload. Usually my problems went the other way. I knew that they were all in it, whatever it quite was, and whoever they quite were. We had a lot of money and a lot of sex, much of it adulterous. The top two motives. I knew the names of all the players. I knew who was getting the money and who was getting the sex. Within reason I understood what was wrong at Kinergy and what Rowley and Eisen were doing about it-they were taking the money and scuttling down the mooring lines. All I had to do was figure out which one of them killed Rowley and Gavin, and I was there. Wherever there quite was.
A ssuming that Lance Devaney's murder scrapbook indicated something more than lurid fandom, he would be a nice choice. He'd be a better choice if I could suggest why he killed Rowley and Gavin. Gavin probably got shot because he got too close to something, whatever the something quite was. But why did Rowley get shot? My head felt overtaxed. I was thinking too much about too much and concluding too little. I wasn't used to it. I was much more adept at thinking too little and drawing conclusions from no information. I sat for a while and updated my ongoing survey of tightness trends in women's clothing. While I sat, a hard-nosed rodent with a ragged tail that spoke of battles won paused in front of me and glared at me for peanuts. There are some macho squirrels on the Boston Common. I needed a fresh and intelligent perspective on all this. It was quarter to two in the afternoon. Susan would be free at five. If I took my time over a late lunch, and was leisurely getting across the river, Susan would be almost through. I could go upstairs at her place and maybe have a little nap with Pearl until Susan was ready to enjoy my discussion of SPEs. I stood up. The squirrel with the ratty tail reared onto his hind legs.
'Don't push it,' I said to the squirrel, 'I'm packing.'
61
'Wouldn't Eisen seem a suspect?' Susan said. 'Two people in a criminal enterprise, and one dies, isn't his cohort a logical possibility?'
We were sitting on her front steps watching whatever walked down Linnaean Street. Pearl sat between us. Alert.
'He would be if he got something out of killing Rowley.'
'What could that be?' Susan said.
'I can't find a way that it would be money,' I said.
'Weren't they involved with each other's wives?'
'Yeah. But as far as I can tell it was `you bop mine and I'll bop yours.' No need for jealousy.'
'Unless one of them wasn't as mutual as the other.'
'Marlene thought that Rowley was serious about Ellen Eisen,' I said.
'And Ellen?'
'I saw no sign of that.' 'Still, jealousy is possible.'
