boy should go with the adoptive father, with whom he'd lived before the marriage anyway. The husband didn't get a penny. But he did get the child.'
'Yes!' Jane said suddenly. 'I remember now! Lila said something about Pooky understanding the psychology of boys. I thought it was a dig about Pooky as she was in high school, implying that she slept around, but I'll bet that's what she meant. And the accusation still stands in the legal record,' Jane said. 'Available to anyone who knows how and where to look.'
'Like Lila,' Shelley said. 'Poor Pooky….'
20
Mike came downstairs, said hello to Shelley and Mel, got a carton of orange juice, and went back upstairs. When he was out of earshot, Shelley spoke to Mel again. 'You mentioned somebody having a record?'
He nodded. 'Avalon — and Jane wasn't so far off.'
'Drug kings in the Ozarks?'
'Not drug kings, but there was definitely a handoff of some kind that went on at their house. The drug squad had been following a dealer. Avalon and her husband claimed to have no knowledge of what was going on and there wasn't any proof that they were directly involved except to allow the parties into their home. Still, the foster children were all taken out of their keeping for a year. They were charged, but the charges were later dropped for lack of evidence. They got the kids back eventually. Some kids. I don't know if it was the same ones.'
'So Lila could have had knowledge of this, through the legal records,' Jane said.
'But why would she go after Avalon?' Shelley asked. 'Supporting all those kids, she can't have much money. And she runs a little craft store and lives off in the hills someplace….'
'There are mansions in those hills these days,' Mel said. 'And if Lila believed that Avalon and her husband were still involved in drug traffic, she could
have assumed they had lots and lots of money. As they,
might. Has she ever talked about her house? How she
lives?'
Jane and Shelley exchanged questioning looks. 'Not around me,' Shelley said.
'Me neither,' Jane added. 'The only time I heard her mention her home was something about having to build a ramp to the porch to accommodate a wheelchair. But she didn't indicate anything about the size of the house.'
'You've found nothing on Crispy or Mimi?' Shelley asked Mel.
'Lots of divorces in the first case. Nothing about Mimi except a huge number of parking tickets, which isn't unusual in a college town.'
Jane's mind immediately went to Mike. Did this mean she was going to have to budget for parking tickets when he went away to school next year? Who would have thought?
'How about Kathy?' Shelley prodded..
Mel shrugged. 'Nothing. Pillars of Oklahoma society. Wild kids in some trouble. One driving without a license charge. Destruction of property after a drinking party. Charges dropped as all the parents made restitution. I don't think you can even embarrass a Southerner with that kind of thing. Lots of them consider it the norm.'
'Who's that leave? Only Beth,' Jane said.
'She's easy to find out about, but there's nothing questionable,' Mel said. 'Highly respected judge. A list of civic involvements as long as your arm. All at one remove, it seems.'
'What do you mean?' Jane asked.
'Just that she serves on advisory boards, rather than
getting out into the trenches. But that's not so strange in her position. No debts, no marriages or divorces, lives modestly, doesn't drink or smoke. Employs a housekeeper, a gardener, and several law clerks.'
'It sounds like you've gone beyond the basics on her,' Jane said suspiciously.
'Only because it seemed if blackmail were the trigger, she was a logical one to blackmail. But if anybody found out something to her disadvantage, they've got better investigators than we have,' Mel said.
'It didn't seem that Lila was terribly skilled at investigating, just good enough to scratch the surface,' Jane said.
'We'd know better about that if we had her note-
book,' Mel said sourly.
'Mel, I told you—'
'I'm not criticizing. Just saying it might have been helpful.'
'Or maybe not. If Crispy's.telling the truth, there wasn't anything valuable in it.'
' 'If is the operative word. Do you think she's lying?' he directed this question at Shelley.
'You mean, is she capable of lying?' she replied. 'Probably. I didn't know her well in high school and I certainly don't know her well now. But why would she need to? If she'd already read the contents, why wouldn't she have been willing to turn the notebook over?'
'Maybe it had something detrimental to her in it.' Jane said.
'She could have just torn that page out, if that were the case,' Shelley said.
'But that would have been obvious, if she'd turned it over to Mel with one page missing.'
'She could have said it was missing when she found
the notebook and while I might not have believed her, I wouldn't have been able to prove otherwise,' Mel said.
'Let's assume somebody did take it from her,' Jane said. 'Where could they have hidden it?'
'It would be easy to hide something in a big, old house like that,' Shelley said.
'But we found the pen set easily,' Jane said.
'We were meant to,' Shelley reminded her. 'It was just lying there in an otherwise empty wastebasket. If somebody had really meant to hide it, we might never have found it.'
'Why haven't you gotten a search warrant to look for the notebook?' Jane asked Mel.
Mel sighed. 'Because they aren't that easy to get, even in a murder case. You see, the crime scene team may define the crime scene as broadly as they want at first. It could include the entire house, the whole block, for that matter. And we can keep the scene sealed for as long as we need to. The law gives us a lot of latitude. If we'd known about this notebook at the time, we could have searched anybody or anyplace for it.
'But once the team leaves the area, going back to search puts you in a legal swamp. The defense attorney, when it gets to trial, makes mincemeat of the evidence when you've had to go back for it. That's why we have to be so thorough to start with. Add it's why judges are very reluctant to issue search warrants after the crime scene's been unsealed.'
'Besides,' Jane said wearily, 'people had been in and out by the time I remembered to tell you about it. I'm really sorry.'
'It might not matter,' Mel said generously.
Shelley stood up and stretched. 'I've got to go home.'
Mel got up, too. He gestured questioningly at the refrigerator. Jane said, 'Help yourself. Didn't you get dinner?'.
'Not to speak of,' he said, opening the refrigerator door and staring in a bewildered manner at the contents.
'Shelley, what's the plan for tomorrow?' Jane asked.
'Oh, I'm glad you asked. I'd forgotten to tell you about breakfast. You don't need to help Edgar in the morning.'
'He's not doing breakfast? How are you feeding them?'
'I thought he and you both deserved the mom-ing off. I'm picking up McDonald's breakfasts and bringing them over.'
'Edgar must be horrified!' Jane said with a laugh.
'Oh', he is. He says I'll destroy his reputation if I'm seen bringing them into the bed and breakfast. He actually insisted that I put them all in a covered box before I even drive into the neighborhood. But he's also exhausted from the extra strain we've put on him and couldn't make himself turn down the offer. Besides, our class president, Trey Moffat, is hitting him up for another big job.'
Mel was unearthing sandwich makings and piling them on the counter and Jane was hoping he didn't find
