“You believe her?' Jane asked.
He cocked an eyebrow. 'Provisionally. Somewhat. We'll see.'
“Three qualifiers. Not good,' Jane said with a smile.
“She is the last person who admits to having seen the victim alive. She could be an awfully good actress.'
“But she wouldn't have bothered to try an act on me,' Jane said.
“Sure she would,' Mel said. 'For practice, if nothing else. And remember, you told me she was asking you about me and about the investigation. She must have known you'd tell me about it.'
“You didn't say that's why—'
“No,' Mel said. 'I told her someone leaving the retirement party had described seeing a woman who looked like her go into Weyrich's apartment. I hadn't even gotten the words out when she went to pieces and spilled the whole story.'
“If you believed her, where would that leave you?' Shelley asked. 'Have you learned anything else?'
“As a matter of fact, we have. But it's not much help yet,' Mel said. 'One of Emma's neighbors saw her come out of her apartment Friday night pretty late. Around eleven. In her jogging gear, but carrying something that jingled on one hand — they thought it was a set of car keys — and a file folder in the other. Or several file folders.'
“Friday night,' Jane said. 'The night of the high school graduation and party. That sounds like she made at least one house call with her little scheme.'
“It sure does,' Shelley said, 'but why a jogging outfit?'
“Maybe she was doing two entirely different things,' Jane said. 'Dropping in on someone for a spot of blackmail and then going jogging. Don't a lot of people go somewhere to jog instead of just trotting around their own block? I'm always seeing _ people at that track that runs around the perimeter of the park who don't live adjacent to it.'
“Or maybe she was doing two errands at the same time,' Shelley said.
“What do you mean?'
“Maybe she was meeting another jogger,' Shelley went on. 'Either someone she regularly saw wherever she jogged. Or somebody she told to meet her there.'
“Why would she risk being overheard?' Jane asked.
“I don't know,' Shelley said. 'Maybe it was someone she was at least slightly afraid to be alone with. Someone who might have agreed to her demands and then came back Saturday afternoon and killed her.”
Jane shivered.
“Where were the suspects on Friday night, Mel?' Shelley asked. 'Or have you had time to find out yet?”
Mel glared at her. 'Suspects?' he asked, a slightly shrill note in his voice. 'Just which suspects are those? Depending on how you look at it, I have either no suspects or a whole city full of them.'
“Oh, right,' Shelley said. 'All the people with files that are missing.'
“Right,' Mel agreed grimly. 'The only suspects as such are Jane, who isn't one really because her file was the one left behind, and she was with me Friday night, and LeAnne Doherty. She, by the way, was at a family party and claims at least fourteen relatives will swear that neither she nor her husband ever left the house Friday night. On top of which, there's absolutely no reason to think whoever Weyrich might have met Friday night is the same person who killed her. In fact, there's only one person that I know of so far in this whole mess who absolutely couldn't have killed Emma Weyrich.'
“Who's that?' Jane asked.
“Sarah Baker.'
“Sarah?' Shelley exclaimed. 'Why would Sarah want to kill anyone?'
“I didn't say she had any reason to—'
“Mel, don't grit your teeth that way,' Jane said. 'Have another cookie.'
“Sorry. I only meant that, of all the people at the deli opening and those who were known to have had dealings with Robert Stonecipher — which is the best I can do in the way of a suspect list — Sarah Baker is the only one with an unbreakable alibi.'
“Because she was in the hospital, right?' Jane said. 'And she couldn't have sneaked out.'
“It's a measure of my desperation that I even checked on that,' Mel admitted. 'No, she was in bed all afternoon. There was another patient in the room, in the bed closest to the door, who had company all afternoon. Sarah Baker couldn't have left the room without being seen.'
“We were talking about the money aspect of it earlier,' Shelley said.
“What money aspect?'
“Just speculating whether there was one,' Jane said. 'Stonecipher seemed to have a great deal of money — or at least to spend a lot. So anything having to do with the law firm's income might reflect on his wife, or Tony Belton, or Emma herself. You said you had people looking into that. Have they found anything?'
“Not yet. And it's a tricky legal situation.'
“Why?' Jane asked.
“Because the firm belongs to Stonecipherand Belton. Stonecipher is dead, of natural causes. Belton isn't officially a suspect. Weyrich was merely an employee who was killed in her own apartment outside office hours. There are all sorts of privacy considerations that have to be danced around very carefully. If Mrs. Stonecipher and Tony Belton voluntarily opened the books and tax records and such, it would be a different story.'
“But they're refusing?' Shelley asked, her eyes going a bit slitty.
“Not exactly refusing. Waffling. Delaying. Asking more questions than they're answering. And to be honest, there's nothing inherently suspicious about that. You and your husband wouldn't fling information about your business into the lap of the police if one of your employees was murdered, would you?'
“No, but we wouldn't have anything to do with the murder, either,' Shelley said indignantly.
“And maybe they don't,' Mel said. 'Besides, Stonecipher himself was only buried this morning. If his wife and partner have nothing to do with Emma's death, why would they bother to stop in the middle of funeral preparations to help us?'
“I hate it when you're so fair and reasonable!' Jane said.
“Don't kid yourself. You love it,' he said with a grin. It was the first time he'd smiled since he arrived.
“Was Tony at the deli opening?' Shelley asked. 'It seems so long ago already that I don't remember.'
“It doesn't seem like he was until after Stonecipher died and Emma called him,' Mel said. 'Nobody mentioned seeing him there earlier and he said he was at the office.'
“That should be easy to prove,' Jane said.
“Not entirely, but it doesn't really matter. Weyrich and Stonecipher were gone and the secretary had a dental appointment. He was there by himself. But as I keep reminding you, nobody killed Stonecipher.'
“But somebody pushed that rack over on him,' Jane said. 'Surely that's significant.'
“Probably, but I can't figure out how,' Mel said.
“You're positive it couldn't have been an accident? Somebody bumping against it without even knowing he was there? Or a leg of it collapsing under its own weight?'
“No way. Before we realized it was a natural death, it was set back up and tested. Even our heftiest officer, pretending to stumble into it, could only rock it slightly. And that was with the shelves empty. Loaded up, it would have been even heavier and more stable. No, somebody had to give it a hard, deliberate push.'
“Could a woman have had the strength?' Shelley asked.
“Have you got someone in mind?' Mel asked.
“No, just wondering.'
“Yes, a woman could have done it. It's not so much a question of strength or weight as leverage. If you'd run into it accidentally, you'd hit it with your hip or shoulder and maybe rattle a few small items off the shelves. But it's not nearly as hard to make it go over if you reach up and push with both hands.'
“I guess the thing was thoroughly fingerprinted,' Jane said.
“Of course. The Bakers' and Mrs. Axton's prints were all over it, which they should have been. And there were some smudges in the area where someone might have pushed it.'
“You don't mean to suggest that somebody came to the deli opening expecting to find Robert Stonecipher dead, planned ahead to push the rack over on him, and brought gloves along for the purpose!' Shelley
