He quickly typed in 'Sandy Lansing' and found only one letter, in which Lansing was mentioned only in passing. He tried 'Sandy' alone, and 'Lansing' alone, and found only the one letter. He switched back the Sent folder, and repeated himself. He found nine references to Alie'e and none to Lansing; one letter from Hanson confided to a woman named Ardisthere was no last namethat Alie'e was definitely having an affair with somebody named Jael, and that somebody else, an Amnon, was wildly jealous.
I think Amnon would kill Jael, if she said just the right thing to him
Lucas sent the letter to the printer, and noted the e-mail address on it.
Sallance Hanson was sitting on her couch, wrapped in a black dress, a black hat beside her, when Lucas wandered into the room. Swanson, who'd been sitting in an easy chair, facing her, stood up and said, 'Miz Hanson, this is Deputy Chief Davenport.'
Hanson turned on the couch and extended her hand without getting up. She was a pretty blond woman in her forties, with a tight, willful mouth and tough blue eyes. She'd used black eye liner under her eyes, and just touched her eyelids with a gray tone; the combination gave her a played-out, dying-puppy look. 'When do we go downtown?'
'I beg your pardon?' Lucas asked.
'To make my statement?'
'Oh, yeah. Detective Swanson will make the arrangements. Actually, we can probably take it right here But I want to talk to you about another matter.'
'Have you found that street person? I identified him,' Hanson said.
'That's what I want to talk to you about.'
Her eyebrows rose. 'Youfound him? Nobody notifiedme. Why didn't anybody tell me?'
Swanson said, 'Um, you're more of a witness or bystander than anything else, Miz Hanson. You're not really part of the investigation.'
'That's not the way I see it,' she snapped.
'That's the way it is,' Lucas said.
'I could talk to the mayor, and he might inform you differently,' she said. 'The mayor's a friend of mine.'
'He's a friend of mine, too,' Lucas said. 'He appointed me to my job. He'd tell you the same thing we're telling you. You're not part of the investigation. You're being investigated. '
'What?'
'Two murders were committed in your house, Miz Hanson. You were on the scene when the killings took place. We know nothing about you or your relationship with the dead women.' He smiled at her, softening it up. 'No politician, the mayor included, would go on the record defending somebody who might later be charged with murdering Alie'e Maison. I'm sure you can see that.'
She said, 'Oh,' tipped her head from side to side, thinking about it, bounced once on the couch, brightened, and said, 'That's not badbeing a suspect. But I didn't do it. Either one. That street person is he in jail, or are you bringing him here, or what?'
Lucas felt awkward looking down at her; he took a step away and settled into a leather easy chair, steepling his fingers in front of his face. 'The street person's name is Del Capslock,' he said. 'He's an undercover police officer. One of ourbest undercover people.'
'Uh-oh,' she said, looking from Lucas to Swanson. 'This could cause you problems.' Then she frowned. 'What was he doing at my party, anyway?'
'That's the other thing,' Lucas said. 'Del was researching drugs. Miz Maison showed signs of heroin use. She had needle marks on her arm.'
'No.' Hanson registered shocksomething she was good at, Lucas thought. One hand went artfully to her face. 'She was usingdrugs?'
A cop stepped into the room, said, 'TVs here. They all got here in a bunch.'
Lucas nodded, said, 'Okay, keep them back.' Then, to Hanson: 'Miz Hanson, everybody at your party was using drugs.'
'I wasn't,' she said. Her face darkened. 'I think that's an outrageous thing to say.'
'Miz Hanson, the officer in question is a drug specialist,' Lucas said. 'He said an ocean of drugs was flowing through your apartment. He knows what he's talking about. The thing is, there's no way that there could be that much junk around without your knowing about it.'
'That's bullshit,' she said. Now she was getting angry, and a little fearful. 'I don't know anything about it. Maybe my attorney should hear this.'
Lucas didn't want to mention the e-mail until they'd taken the computer with a warrant. He put his hands up, palms out. 'So you call your attorney and talk it over. The point is, it won't help our investigation ifany of this is alluded to. If you allow yourself to be interviewed by the press or television, and you talk about our man being at your party we're going to have to explain why he was there.'
'You're blackmailing me,' she said.
Shewas quick enough, Lucas thought 'No, no. You can say anything you want to anybody. Your attorney will tell you that. The First Amendment gives you that right, and all Minneapolis police officers support that right.' He flicked his eyes sideways at Swanson. 'Don't we?'
'Absolutely,' Swanson said piously. 'That's why I served in the Marine Corps.'
Lucas continued. 'I'm suggesting that you understand the consequences before you take a self-destructive position. If you understand what I mean.'
'You want me to shut up,' she said.
'About our man. He's an undercover officer. If his face were made public, he would lose his effectiveness and might even be endangered.'
'What if he did it?' Hanson asked. 'Cops do that sort of thing from time to time. I've read about it. Rogue cops.'
'This guy doesn't,' Lucas said. 'Besides, we're detailing a special squad out of Internal Affairs to pull him apart, everything he did last night. When we're done, we'll know every step he took.'
'Well I think I could leave him out of my statement,' she said. 'To the press.'
'Excellent,' Lucas said. 'One more question. This will be covered when you make your formal statement, but I'm just curious. Alie'e Maison is pretty famous. Probably the most famous person at your party?'
Hanson rolled her eyes up and waggled her head from side to side, as if balancing all the equities of fame, or celebrity, and finally decided, 'Probably. In that world. We also had some very well-known financial people here, but that's another world.'
'If she was so famous, how could she disappear into a bedroom and nobody was curious about her, what had happened to her?' Lucas asked.
'Well, I mentioned this to Officer Swanson she seemed very sleepy, and just wanted to take a nap. So we accommodated her and shooed people away if they asked about her. She was on a very rigorous schedule, early-morning photo shoots and all. She was exhausted.'
'So nobody went back and looked at her.'
'Oh, I don't know. Maybe some of her friends did.' Hansons eyes slid away from Lucas; she might not be lying, he thought, but she was skating. 'Probably some of her friends did. We were just keeping the sightseers away.'
'Let me tell you something,' Lucas said, 'I can't read you well enough to know if you're lying to us, but if you are, you're committing a crime.'
He turned to Swanson and asked, 'Have you read her her rights?'
'Not yet.'
'Do it,' he said. He turned back to Hanson, 'You don't have to talk to us at all, or you can have an attorney, but if youdo talk to us, it better be the truth. We can get pretty goddamn cranky about obstruction of justice in a double-murder case.'
From the front hall, a man called, 'Hello?'
Lucas recognized the voice. 'Sloan. In here.'
A moment later, Sloan appeared, cleaned up and ready for the day in a fresh brown suit, white shirt, and blue-and-gold-striped necktie. 'Lucas'
'This is Miz Hanson, owner of the house,' Lucas said. 'We need an interview with her, and with the lady who
