wanted her mother to be happy.'
'Were you a Vietnam War protester?'
Jorst seemed to take this abrupt change in direction smoothly. 'Yes, along with millions of other people.'
'In California ever?'
'Where exactly is this all going?'
King said, 'What would you say if we told you a man came to visit Arnold Ramsey for the purpose of enlisting his aid in killing Clyde Ritter and that this person mentioned your name?'
Jorst looked at him coolly. 'I'd say whoever told you that was seriously mistaken. But then again, if it's true, I can't control other people using my name in conversation, can I?'
'Fair enough. Do you believe that Arnold Ramsey acted alone?'
'Until I'm presented with credible evidence to the contrary.'
'By all accounts he wasn't a violent man, yet he performed the most violent act of all, murder.'
Jorst shrugged. 'Who knows what beats deeply within the hearts of people?'
'That's true. And Arnold Ramsey was involved in some serious protests in his youth. Perhaps one of which led to someone's violent death.'
Jorst looked at him sharply. 'What are you talking about?'
King had revealed that piece of information solely to gauge Jorst's reaction to it. 'One more thing. Did you drive separately or with Arnold Ramsey to the Fairmount Hotel on the morning he killed Ritter?'
To his credit Jorst didn't show any reaction. His features were impassive. 'You're saying I was at the Fairmount that morning?'
King stared right at the man. 'You're saying you weren't?'
He thought about this for a moment. 'All right, I
'So what? Along with dating Regina Ramsey, that's a pretty significant detail you forgot to mention.'
'Why should I have? I did nothing wrong. And in answer to your question, I drove separately.'
'And you must have run out of the place the very second after Ramsey fired, or else you wouldn't have had time to pick up Regina and go and tell Kate in the middle of algebra.'
Jorst looked stonily at them; however, several beads of perspirationhad appeared on his broad forehead. 'There were lots of people running all over the place. I was as terrified as anyone else. I saw what happened. And I didn't want Regina and Kate finding out on the news. So I drove as fast as I could to tell them myself. I thought I was being considerate. And I don't appreciate how you seem to be drawing a negative conclusion from what I thought was a selfless act.'
King drew very close to the man. 'Why did you go to the hotel that morning? Did you have a beef with Ritter too?'
'No, of course not.'
'So why, then?' persisted King.
'He was a presidential candidate. We don't get many of those down here. I wanted to see for myself. It's my field, after all.'
'What if I say that's complete bullshit?' said King.
'I don't owe you an explanation,' Jorst shot back.
King shrugged. 'You're right. We'll send the FBI and the Secret Service down, and you can tell them. You have a phone we can use?'
'Wait a minute, just wait a minute.' King and Michelle looked at him expectantly. 'All right, all right,' Jorst said quickly. He swallowed nervously, looking back and forth at them. 'Look, I was worried about Arnold. He'd been so enraged about Ritter. I was afraid he might do something dumb. Please believe me that never for one second did I think that his plan was to kill the man. I never knew he had a gun until he fired it. I swear.'
'Go on,' said King.
'He didn't know I was there. I followed him over. The night before, he told me he'd be attending the event. I stayed in the back. The crowd was so big that he never noticed me. He stayed far away from Ritter, and I started thinking that I'd just overreacted. I thought about leaving. I moved toward the door. Unbeknownst to me, it was right about then that he started moving toward Ritter. I turned back once, when I was right at the door. Just in time to see Arnold pull his gun and fire. I saw Ritter fall, and then I saw you fire and kill Arnold. And then the whole place exploded. And I was running as fast as Icould. I was able to get out so quickly because I was already by the door. I remember almost running over one of the hotel maids who was standing by the door too.'
Michelle and King looked at each other: Loretta Baldwin.
Jorst continued, his face now ashen. 'I couldn't believe that it had happened. It all seemed like a nightmare. I ran to my car and drove off as fast as I could. I wasn't the only one. Lots of people were fleeing that scene.'
'You never told the police this?'
'What was there to tell? I was there, saw what happened and fled, just like hundreds of other people. It's not like the authorities needed my testimony or anything.'
'And you went and got Regina and told her. Why?'
'Why! For God's sakes, her husband had just shot a presidential candidate. And then been killed himself. I had to tell her. Can't you understand that?'
King pulled the photo he'd taken from the upstairs bedroom out of his pocket and handed it to Jorst. Jorst accepted it with shaky hands and looked down at the smiling face of Regina Ramsey.
'I guess I can, particularly if you were in love with her back then too,' said King quietly.
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So what do you think?' asked Michelle as they were driving off. 'He might have been telling the truth. And maybe he thought he'd be the first on the scene to comfort the poor widow. Capitalize on his friend's death at the same time he's playing Good Samaritan.'
'So he's a creep. But maybe not a murderer.'
'I don't know. He clearly bears watching. I don't like it that he withheld being at the Fairmount all these years and that he was planning to marry Regina. That alone puts him high up on my suspect list.'
Michelle jumped as though she'd been stabbed. 'Wait a minute. Sean, this may sound crazy, but hear me out.' He looked at her expectantly. 'Jorst admits to being at the Fairmount. He's in love with Regina Ramsey. What if he's the one who talked Ramsey into killing Ritter? He clearly knew that Ramsey hated Ritter. He was his friend and colleague. Ramsey would listen to him.'
'But Kate said the man she overheard wasn't Jorst.'
'But she couldn't be sure of that. Jorst might have changed his voice a little because he knew Kate was in the house. Okay, so Jorst is the one who makes a pact with Ramsey. They go to the hotel, each is armed.'
King picked up the thread of her deductions. 'And then Ramsey fires, but Jorst doesn't. He slips out, hides his gun in the supplycloset, where Loretta sees him, and then races off to tell Regina and Kate.'
'With the thought of marrying the widow at some point.'
'Well, he waited a long time to ask her,' commented King.
'No, he might have asked before and she might have said no. Or he wanted to wait a reasonable time so there'd be no suspicion. Or maybe it took that long for Jorst to make Regina fall in love with him.' She looked at him anxiously. 'So what do you think?'
'It makes sense, Michelle, it really does. But then Regina died. Jorst didn't end up with her.'
'Do you really think Regina Ramsey was murdered?'
'Well, if Jorst is to be believed and they were getting married, why would she have killed herself?'
King said slowly, 'And Kate knew they were talking marriage. And Jorst said that Kate seemed to be okay with it.'
Michelle said, 'But what if she wasn't?'
'What do you mean?'
'Kate loved her father. She told me that if her mother hadn't left him, he might not have killed Ritter. But he
