sometimes with other adults and children, other times alone. None showed Travis with his father, Arthur. There were no photos of Arthur.
I looked for the most recent of Travis, which seemed to be a senior yearbook portrait. I picked this one up and studied it, trying to be objective. With dark hair and light-green eyes, Travis resembled Arthur to a great degree-but some of the Maguire looks were also in his features. Perhaps he had not grown up to be quite as handsome as his father, but he wasn’t hard to look at.
“Your cousin?” Rachel asked.
“Yes. This must be from high school. He’s in his mid-twenties now.”
“He looks like his dad?”
“For the most part. You’re wondering if Arthur was the man who was trying to pick the locks on the front door?”
“Yes. Do you think it could have been him?”
“It’s possible. Allowing for a few changes since I last saw him, he’d probably fit the description-but so could any number of other men.
The age would be about right. If it was Arthur, why wouldn’t he just knock on the door?“
“He could have been looking for something she didn’t want to give him.”
“What? A copy of
“We haven’t looked through this desk yet. Maybe he wanted something that had to do with the murder of his first wife-”
“Only wife, as far as I know. And that was more than a dozen years ago,” I said.
“Was he ever tried?”
“No. Never even charged.”
“Look at it another way,” she said. “If he had been tried and acquitted, he’d be protected.”
“Because of double jeopardy-he couldn’t be tried twice for the same crime.”
“Right. So he’d feel safe. But as it is, he’s still vulnerable. No statute of limitation on murder.”
“So if she blew his alibi apart… but this is nonsense,” I said. “She wasn’t the only one who alibied him. They were at the emergency room that night with Travis.”
She crossed her arms and tapped a toe. “You know the details of the murder case?”
“Not really. I wasn’t living around here then. I was working up in Bakersfield.”
“But… well, that’s your business,” she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “And what’s done is done.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, you ignored your aunt for more than twenty years, and there’s not exactly any way to make up for that now, is there?”
I didn’t answer.
“Sorry,” she said.
I studied the photo of Briana and Travis, the one taken when he was a toddler. Like my mother, Briana was a redhead. Her eyes were blue, her smile shy. “She was timid,” I said. “Quiet and unassuming, for the most part. I’ll admit she could have changed over the years, but it’s hard for me to imagine her blackmailing Arthur.”
She shrugged. “Who knows?”
“So you think he came around here and tried to shut her up?”
“Right,” she said. “A possibility, anyway.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe she had some kind of proof that he did it, alibi or no alibi. Otherwise, what the hell would anybody try to steal from her? I mean, even the most rabid Georgette Heyer fan wouldn’t go to the trouble of prying off the bars on the back windows to steal these paperbacks.”
“Georgette Heyer?”
“The author of these genteel Regency romances,” I said, pointing to the books. “Not the sort of reading that leads to a life of crime.”
“No, I guess not.”
“It wasn’t a random break-in, though. He was looking for her place specifically-Esther said he had been watching the apartment, checking mailboxes.”
“Tell you what. Let’s take a quick look through whatever papers McCain left in the desk and then pack up here. If we have time, maybe we can find the little market she was walking to, try to locate the place where the accident happened. It’s supposed to be close to here.”
“Sounds good. Monday morning, I’ll see if I can learn anything more from McCain.”
“You don’t need to get involved-”
“You think you can keep me out of this? Besides, your aunt Mary was right. You’re going to need to find your cousin-and fast. If the alibi can be broken, he’s probably next on his dear old dad’s hit list.”
Just as she said this, we heard an urgent knocking on the front door.
I opened it to see Ruby looking flushed and excited. “He’s here!” she shouted.
6
“Who’s here?” I asked, still thinking of Travis.
I heard a car driving off just as Esther, hurrying down the stairs, hollered, “Damnation, Ruby! You scared him off. Didn’t even get a chance to look at the plates!”
“Who are you talking about?” I asked, stepping out of the apartment to look up and down the street. Rachel joined me, but neither one of us saw any moving vehicles.
“The one who tried to break into the apartment!” Ruby said. “I noticed him first,” she added, glancing back at Esther with a look of reproach. “Maybe if I hadn’t taken the time to call Esther, we would have been able to surprise him.”
“Did you get a better look at the car?” Rachel asked.
She blushed, then shook her head.
“The color?” I asked.
“Green!” she answered quickly.
“Brown!” Esther countered.
I asked them to wait, then went inside the apartment to get my purse, pulled out a couple of business cards and a pen. I wrote my home phone number on the backs of the cards, then handed them to Briana’s neighbors. “If you see him again, call me-doesn’t matter what time of day.”
“You’re a reporter?” Ruby asked. When I said yes, Esther began to give me some ideas for improving the
Rachel started laughing, which made Esther put her chin up in the air. I did my best to smooth her ruffled feathers, thanked them both, and Rachel and I went back into the apartment.
“Think he’ll be back?” Rachel asked as she shut the door.
“No,” I said. “Not unless he thinks we failed to find whatever he’s looking for.”
She looked around the room thoughtfully, eyeing the ceiling, walls and floor as if looking for a secret compartment.
“You said your aunt Mary arranged for movers to pick up the furniture?” she asked.
“Yes, they’re coming Monday. And she’s hired a cleaning crew to come by on Tuesday. So we’re just taking the personal items-clothing, papers, dishes, pictures-things like that.”
“Yeah, all right,” she said absently.
I wasn’t surprised when she started pulling the built-in drawers all the way out, inspecting the bottoms, looking
