Ten-thirty-two A.M. on September 26, 1996, was the exact time that Clyde Ritter had been killed. What could this mean? So intense was his concentration that he never even heard her come in.
'Sean, are you okay?'
He jumped up and yelled out. Michelle screamed and fell back.
'God, you startled me,' she said.
'Startled
'I did. I have been for the last five minutes, nobody answered.' She looked at the piece of paper. 'What is that?'
He calmed and said, 'A note from somebody in my past.'
'How far in your past?'
'Does the date September 26, 1996, ring a bell?'
It clearly did. After a little hesitation he handed her the note.
She finished reading and looked up at him. 'Who could have left it?'
'The person who brought Susan Whitehead's body here and deposited it in my bathroom. They came as a package. I guess the person didn't want me to miss seeing the note.'
'Was she killed here?'
'No. The police think she was grabbed early this morning, killed, and then her body was brought here.'
She looked down at the piece of paper. 'Do the police know about that?'
He nodded. 'They have the original. I made this copy.'
'Any thoughts on who wrote it?'
'Yes, but none that make a lot of sense.'
'Was Joan still here when you found the body?'
'Yes, but she had nothing to do with it.'
'I know, Sean. I wasn't implying that. How did you leave things with her?'
'I'm going to call her, tell her I'm thinking about the Bruno offer and I'll get back to her.'
'So what now?'
'We go back to Bowlington.'
Michelle looked surprised. 'I thought you were done with the Fairmount Hotel.'
'I am. But I want to know how an unemployed maid supported herself and who stuffed money in her mouth.'
'But you don't know if that's connected to the Ritter killing.'
'Oh, but I do. And the last question is the biggie.' She looked at him expectantly. 'Who did Loretta Baldwin see in that supply closet?'
31
Iappreciate your meeting with me,' said Joan.
Jefferson Parks sat down across from her in the small dining area of the inn where Joan was staying. He looked at her warily. 'It's been a while.'
She said, 'Six years. The joint task force case in Michigan. The Secret Service and the U.S. Marshals were privileged to carry the bags of the FBI.'
'As I recall, you broke the thing wide open and managed to let everybody know you had.'
'Horn blowing should start at home, and I seem to have a knack for it. And if it had been a man, the credit would have come regardless.'
'Come on, you really think that?'
'No, Jefferson, I really
'Along with about a ton of acid,' muttered Parks under his breath. Out loud he said, 'So you wanted to see me?'
'The Howard Jennings case?' said Joan.
'What about it?'
'I was just wondering about the status. Professional courtesy.'
'I can't talk to you about an ongoing investigation. You know that.'
'But you can tell me certain things that aren't confidential or thatwon't jeopardize your investigation, but as yet haven't made a public splash.'
Parks shrugged. 'I'm not sure I know what you mean.'
'For instance, you haven't arrested Sean King, presumably because, despite certain circumstantial evidence that seems to implicate him, you don't believe he's guilty. And possibly you have facts that point in other directions. And he couldn't have killed Susan Whitehead because he wasn't here. In fact, I believe that
'How do you know that?'
'I'm an investigator, so I investigated,' Joan said.
'The person who killed Howard Jennings and the one who killed Susan Whitehead needn't be the same. The crimes could be totally unrelated.'
'I don't think so and neither do you. It seems to me that while the crimes are very different they are also very much the same.'
Parks shook his head wearily. 'I know you're real smart and I'm real stupid, but the more you talk, the less I understand what the hell you're saying.'
'Let's suppose that Jennings wasn't killed because he was in WITSEC. Let's suppose he was killed because he worked for Sean King.'
'Why?'
She ignored his question. 'Now Susan Whitehead was killed elsewhere and then brought to Sean's house. In neither case is the evidence strong enough to show that he killed the victim, and in fact, in Whitehead's case the proof is the other way entirely: he had an alibi.'
'Which he didn't have with Jennings, and his gun was the murder weapon,' countered the deputy marshal.
'Yes, he explained the gun substitution theory, which I take it you agree with.'
'I'm not going to say one way or another. Here's one theory: Jennings was killed by his old partners in crime, and they tried toframe King for it. His gun, no real alibi, body in his office, a classic setup.'
'Yet could they be sure?' wondered Joan.
'Sure of what?'
'Sure that Sean wouldn't have an alibi that night? He could have easily had an emergency call to go on while he was on duty, or someone that saw him at the time Jennings was killed.'
Parks answered, 'Unless they knew the pattern of his rounds and waited for him to reach the downtown area and then killed Jennings. He was seen around there at the time of the murder.'
'Seen, yes, but, again, if he had met someone along the way or received a call at the time he was downtown, he has an alibi and the case goes away.'
'So where does that leave us?' asked Parks.
'With your framers not really caring if Sean is arrested for the crime or not. And in my experience framers are rarely so sloppy. If they were careful enough to steal his gun, copy it down to the last detail, kill Jennings with it and then return it to Sean's house, they would have chosen a time and place for the killing that would have allowed Sean no possibility of an alibi. In short, I can't allow for such extraordinarily careful planning with the weapon and such carelessness with the alibi. Murderers are seldom so schizophrenic in their work.'
'Well, King could have rigged this all himself, to throw us off.'
'With the motive of ruining the nice life he's made for himself here?'
'Okay, I get your point, but why are you taking such a keen interest in all this?'
'Sean and I used to work together. I owe him, shall we say. So if you're looking for your killer, I'd look
