“I hope so. Hope it keeps on. We thought business would be slower to pick up.”
The door opened and Patsy Mallett came in. Conrad hopped up to run behind the counter and take her order. 'Jane, you caught me being a lazy slob,' Patsy said, joining her at the little table.
“And you caught me, too,' Jane said.
Patsy glanced down and rolled Conrad's shoe over with her toe. 'What's this?'
“Conrad's got a blister.' Jane lowered her voice to a near whisper. 'I'll wait for your order to be ready. I need to talk to you.'
“I thought you might,' Patsy said, speaking very quietly, too. 'I was just at the school making sure everything was taken down and properly stored. I heard about Emma from somebody who lives near her.”
They waited, chatting about the school party. 'Did your son enjoy the party?' Patsy asked.
“He loved it. And he came home with aportable CD player for his truck, which thrilled him,' Jane said.
When their orders were both ready, Jane followed Patsy to her car, a station wagon even more beat-up and rust-ridden than Jane's. 'Did you talk to your detective friend yet?”
— Patsy asked.
“I haven't had a chance. I didn't tell him right away because — I suppose you've heard by now — Stonecipher wasn't killed by that rack falling on him. He died of a heart attack.'
“I heard that at the school, too, but wasn't sure it was true. But Emma—?'
“Emma was murdered,' Jane said. 'She'd asked me to come over and Mel knows that, so I'm sure I'll hear from him as soon as he's free.'
“This puts a different spin on Stonecipher's death, doesn't it?' Patsy said, frowning.
“I'm sure it must. The two deaths must be connected somehow.'
“I didn't want to be a busybody and gossip about Emma, as you know. But with her dead, I'll be happy to tell the police anything that might help them. I didn't like her, but I didn't want her killed. And whoever did it has to be stopped.'
“Patsy, who else was around when you heard the fight between her and Stonecipher?' 'Nobody that I know of. It was late in the day and there were no clients waiting to see anyone. In fact, the waiting room was empty. I don't know if the receptionist had already gone home or was just in the copying machine room.'
“Could she have overheard from there?”
“Probably.'
“And was Tony Belton around?”
Patsy thought for a minute. 'I didn't see him. And his office door was closed. He'd probably already left, but I wouldn't swear to it.'
“Could he have heard them if he were still there?'
“I imagine so. His office and Robert's share a wall. Why?'
“I don't know. I'm just wondering who else might have heard the dispute. Someone else who had an interest. Who is the receptionist?'
“A little mousy girl named Sandy. She looks about twelve, but she's got three kids, so she must not be.'
“Might she have been interested in Stonecipher? I mean romantically interested?'
“Oh, no. I think she thought of him as a well-preserved grandpa type. You know how young women sometimes are with older men — talk to them sort of loud like they might be getting deaf. And even though the office was very first-name basis, she always called him Mr. Stonecipher.'
“What about Tony Belton? Somebody men? tioned that it was unusual for somebody without kids of their own to be coaching a soccer team, but is he married?'
“I presume he was and he does have kids. At least one. There's a picture of a cute little boy on his desk. I asked about it, and he said it was his son who lived with his mother in Seattle or Portland or someplace in the Northwest.'
“ 'His,' meaning the boy's mother, or 'his,' meaning Tony's mother?'
“The boy's mother. Why?'
“I don't know. Just wondered. Say, Patsy, have you ever been at the office when Rhonda was there?”
Patsy gave Jane a sharp look and said warily, 'As a matter of fact, I have. Why do you ask?'
“Well, it's just that when Shelley and I went over to her house yesterday, Tony Belton was there and they seemed. .' Jane paused, trying to think of a tactful phrase.
Patsy supplied it. 'Chummy?'
“To say the least.'
“I thought so, too, the one time I saw them together. But I thought maybe it was just her manner with men. Some women get around anybody male and turn into flirts,' Patsy said.
“I don't think she's one of them.'
“I've got to get this food home before my husband comes looking for me,' Patsy said, opening her car door.
“I'm sorry to have been so nosy,' Jane said.
“No, the police are surely going to ask me the same things and I might as well start getting my memory in gear.”
Jane drove home so deep in thought that she almost missed her own driveway.
12
Jane had a message to call Mel when she got home. She did so and told him briefly that he needed to speak to Patsy Mallett and why. She gave him Patsy's phone number, and hearing the rush and irritation in his voice, hung up as quickly as possible.
Mike came home, showered, changed clothes, and went back out for the evening with Scott and a couple of his other pals. Katie asked to have her friend Jenny spend the night. Jenny arrived with enough luggage for a European Grand Tour, and the girls disappeared into Katie's room for the evening. Elliot and Todd took over the living room television to watch ninja movies.
Jane tidied up the kitchen and gave Willard a long pet. 'Nobody's paid much attention to you lately, have they, old boy?' she said, scratching behind his ears, which he loved. Knowing, by feline radar, that there was affection being given to pets, Max and Meow appeared, wanting their fair share. Jane petted them, and in an excess of fondness, gave them each some vile kitty treats the kids had forced her to buy. The cats loved them, but would probably throw them up somewhere later. They usually did.
Jane had heard that pets lowered your blood pressure, reduced stress, and all sorts of other good things. Most of the time she didn't believe it. Willard, Max, and Meow were normally just three more children to keep tabs on, but this evening, she did find that a visit with them was pleasant and relaxing.
“At least I don't have to put you guys through college or worry that you'll marry somebody who hates me and wants to take you away to Paris to live,' she said.
Willard rolled over for a tummy rub and Meow made a gagging noise.
Jane puttered. She started some laundry, changed the kitty litter, threw out nearly everything in the refrigerator, and sorted through some seed packets she'd ordered in January from a catalog and never got around to planting. She considered spending a few hours with Priscilla on the computer, but decided she'd had enough of words and of talking for one day. She wasn't so much tired as she was tired of conversation and of thinking. She needed something mindless. Like cooking.
No, nothing in the house to cook. So she cleaned off the kitchen table and got out a jigsaw puzzle.
By nine-thirty, she had the border finished and had almost completed the big building in the middle. The phone rang.
“Got plans for tomorrow morning?' Mel asked.
“How early?' she asked warily.
“Ten?'
“That's possible. I never make the kids get up for church on the first Sunday of the summer. But the pantry is bare. Don't expect breakfast.'
“I'll take you out then. We've never had breakfast together. Well, except that one time—' he said with a very pleasant leer in his voice.
