“Maybe Newell was taking the heat off himself and directing you elsewhere. And we know he owns shotguns.”
Barnes gathered his thoughts. “Okay. You win. I’ll go back and round up Newell’s guns.”
Amanda applauded silently.
Barnes said, “That doesn’t mean that Jane is off the hook.”
“All this time, you’ve been saying the crime had a masculine quality to it. Then we get a decent male suspect and/or his eagle-eye shootin’ wife and you switch to Jane Meyerhoff. Does Jane even know how to shoot?”
“Never saw her actually do it but she grew up on a ranch- okay, enough of this, I’ve been blabbing so much I might as well run for city council. We’ll get the guns and we’ll talk to Jane, see if we can’t get her to admit to the affair.”
“How do we crack her?”
“Lucille figured it out, it’s useless denying it.”
“Lucille’s a lesbian with a lesbian daughter. She could be accused of overactive gaydar. Jane denies it, it’s her word against Mother’s.”
“Then we lie, tell Jane that Davida told Lucille about their affair in no uncertain terms, and Lucille told us. Then we sit back, no judging, and watch how she reacts.”
“Ah, the suspense,” said Amanda. “I love my job.”
Lucille’s visitors had thinned, but the mansion still buzzed with latecomers. After mingling for a few minutes, Amanda and Barnes found Jane in the kitchen, placing cucumber, cress and egg salad finger sandwiches on a silver tray. She looked up and resumed her work.
Barnes said, “We need to talk some more.”
“About what?” Forced lightness in her voice.
Barnes placed a hand on her arm. Immediately, Jane’s eyes watered. Barnes whispered, “Lucille told us.”
Tears etched a meandering trail through Jane’s foundation. “Told you what.” No question mark in her inflection.
“About you and Davida.”
Jane stared at the refrigerator.
Barnes said, “She told us.”
“What does an old woman know?”
“Davida told her everything.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Lucille wants to make it public.”
Jane’s face infused with color. More than a blush- the deep hue that comes from a hard slap. “But why would she want…” She shook her head. “Can’t we discuss this later?”
“I’m afraid not,” Amanda said.
Barnes said, “The only way we’re going to get your side of it is if you tell us.”
Jane wiped her hands on a napkin and picked up the tray. Amanda took it from her and placed it out of reach. The gesture- being deprived of her task- made Jane sag.
“My side of it.” Sick smile.
Barnes said, “How long have you been involved with Davida?”
“Please, Will.” Jane’s eyes were pleading. “Can’t you just let things be? My mother is here. She doesn’t know and I really don’t see the point of her finding out now that Davida’s gone.”
“I’m not talking to your mother, Janey, I’m talking to you. How long have you been involved with Davida?”
Jane’s eyes skittered between Amanda and Barnes, then trailed back to the fridge. Amanda followed her gaze. Nothing to see on the old Sub-Zero. No cutesy, kitschy magnets, no personal touches. The kitchen was as sterile as an operating room.
Jane said, “Since I filed for my divorce.” Her shoulders lowered another inch. “Parker went crazy, started doping more heavily, became an absolute psychotic shit! I called Davida for support because…I don’t know why…she’d always been there when I was down…before all those men, and she did it again, became my main source of support. Because Mother had zero tolerance for my complaints against Parker, sometimes I think she preferred Parker to me- never arguing with her, dressing right. Then he goes and turns into such a shit! But it’s my fault, spoiled Janey whining about another man gone bad. Parker played it. Horrible to me but courtly to her. Mother is not only a gossip, she is also the most superficial person I know. Makes Minette look like Gandhi- if Davida hadn’t been there for me, I would have had a total breakdown!”
She stopped talking abruptly, gasped for breath. Cried and didn’t bother to wipe her face.
Amanda got a napkin and did it.
Jane didn’t seem to notice the kindness.
Amanda said, “Were you two planning a future together?”
“We weren’t planning anything! Nothing was planned, it just happened! Even after we continued to see each other I told Davida I wasn’t sure. Davida certainly didn’t push me. She was a busy woman. She had things other than sex on her mind.”
“You know about the gonorrhea. I assume you’ve been tested.”
Jane looked down at her feet. “I am currently on medication. Apparently, I was asymptomatic.”
“Do you know who gave it to you?”
She laughed bitterly. “That could be a bit of a list…including my ex. Among his many other transgressions, the man got around. Of course, Mother doesn’t know anything about that. She thinks the divorce was another one of my quote unquote impulsive follies!”
Barnes said, “Janey, did Parker know that you and Davida were intimate?”
“I don’t see how he could’ve. I haven’t spoken to the asshole in over seven months.”
Amanda said, “How do you think he’d react if he found out that you not only left him, but you took up with a woman?”
“How would he find out?”
“Lucille knew,” Barnes said. “Alice Kurtag also suspected there was something between you two. Even Minette wondered about the two of you being more than friends.”
“Word gets around, Jane,” Amanda said. “So please answer the question. How would Parker react if he thought that you left him for Davida?”
Jane licked her lips. “When he’s threatened, Parker can be an extremely violent man. Over the past seven months, I’ve heard his drug use has gotten out of hand.”
“What does he take?”
“Weed, coke, pills.” Bitter smile. “An eclectic man.”
“Does he know how to shoot a shotgun?” Barnes asked.
Jane blanched. “Parker loved to hunt. Loved guns- I never let him keep any of them in the house. He was too unpredictable.”
“Where’d he keep them?”
“In storage. I couldn’t tell you where.”
Amanda said, “Where can we find Parker?”