“We know who cashed them,” said Amanda.
The old woman grew silent. One red-nailed hand scratched the other.
“Parker Seldey,” Barnes said. “That’s quite a lot of money to give an ex-son-in-law.”
“We don’t like him much,” Amanda said. “He tried to shoot us. We’re curious why you like him.”
“You were trespassing!” Eunice blurted.
“No, ma’am,” Barnes said, “Jane gave us permission to enter the premises and Jane owns the premises.”
“Parker didn’t know that.”
A pause.
Barnes said, “That’s our point. You seem quite fond of Parker.”
Eunice’s mouth screwed up. “Whatever issues Jane has with him, he’s always been a gentleman with me. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it,” Barnes said, “though I’m sure it’s hurtful to your daughter.”
Eunice grunted. “As if she cares what’s hurtful and what’s not.”
“She’s been hurtful to you?” Amanda asked.
“I can’t remember a time she hasn’t been hurtful! Always taking up with bums or drug addicts- using drugs herself, the stories I could tell you. Do you think that’s a daughter who cares about her mother’s feelings?”
“I’d say no,” Amanda said.
“Darn right, no!”
“Still,” said Barnes, “your being so close to Parker isn’t exactly sitting right with Lucille Grayson.”
“Am I supposed to care about that witch?” Eunice’s eyes spat fury. “Always bragging, bragging, bragging about her perverted daughter. I think I’ve had quite enough of Lucille Grayson, yes I have. I don’t give a hoot about her or her lesbian daughter and I don’t give two hoots what she thinks about me.”
“Is that why you’re paying for Parker Seldey’s defense?” Barnes said, risking a guess.
When Eunice didn’t answer, he thought: Yes! Sherlock lives!
Amanda read his mind, ran with it. “Your hiring Parker’s lawyer really puzzles Lucille Grayson.”
The old woman folded her arms across her chest. “I told you I don’t care about that biddy.”
“Your personal relationship with Lucille is none of our business,” Amanda said.
“Darn right!” Eunice said.
“However,” said Barnes, “Davida Grayson’s murder is our business. Parker confessed to killing her, so we know who actually pulled the trigger. We also know someone paid him to do it.”
“Those cashier’s checks of yours, Mrs. Meyerhoff. We know exactly what they were for because Parker told us. And it looks pretty incriminating. The first one was issued awhile before Davida was murdered, but the second was issued and cashed the day after her death.”
“Payment for a job well done?” said Barnes.
Eunice chewed her lip. Scarlet lipstick smudged the meager flesh.
Amanda said, “What did you tell him, Mrs. Meyerhoff? That Davida was responsible for Jane leaving him?”
“She was responsible!” Eunice snapped. “If it hadn’t been for that pervert, Janey wouldn’t be doing sick things.”
“What kind of sick things?” Barnes asked.
“I’m a lady!” Eunice retorted. “I don’t talk about things like that!”
“So you do blame Davida for Jane’s behavior.”
“You bet your backside I blame Davida. She’s always been responsible for Janey straying- back to grade school.”
“It wasn’t Davida who’s been married three times,” Barnes pointed out.
“Of course not. Why would she marry? She was a pervert! And Lucille defending her all the time. Enjoying it- if you ask me she’s that way, too.” Eunice punched a palm with her fist. Not much sound. Small bones.
She said, “After that biddy told me what Janey and her daughter were doing, I had to do something! No decent mother would do any less.”
“So you talked to Parker about it,” Amanda said.
“He was just as frustrated with Janey as I was.”
“I see,” Barnes said. “You know, Mrs. Meyerhoff, I think at this point, we need to inform you of your rights.”
“My rights?” She stared at him. “Is it your intention to arrest me?”
“Oh, yes.” Barnes stated the Miranda rights and asked her if she understood them.
“Of course I understand them! I’m old but I’m not senile.”
“You don’t have to talk to us,” Barnes said, “but if you want to tell us your side of the story, now’s the time.”
“We might be able to help you if we knew your side,” Amanda said. “But like Detective Barnes said, you don’t have to talk to us.”
“I know that!” Eunice squeaked. “I have nothing to hide. I’m proud of what I did. I defended my daughter. I prevented her from further debasing herself with that pervert!”
“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Amanda said.
Barnes said, “The more we know, the more we can help you.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Eunice said. “I told Parker what needed to be done and he agreed. I told him I’d give him money to pay off Janey for his cabin, but I don’t think he even cared about that. He was as furious at Davida as I was. I knew that Davida was a horrid alcoholic- God only knows how much she and Janey used to pack away in high school. I also knew that Janey had a key to her office. I took it one day and I made a copy. I told Parker to wait until the time was right.”
“Meaning?”
“When that pervert got herself so damn drunk, she’d fall asleep.”
“How would you know that?” Amanda asked.
“Because I had Parker install a hidden video camera.”
Barnes felt himself go hot. CSI had torn through the office. A lunatic plants a bug and no one finds it. “Where’d he install it?”
“Exactly where I instructed him to, in the light fixture above her desk,” Eunice said. “You know you can get tiny, tiny cameras no bigger than a nail head? I learned that from a movie and found the equipment online. She giggled. “Of my friends, I’m the only one online. One must change with the times.”
Amanda said, “So you knew when Davida was asleep because of the secret video camera. Where was the monitor?”
“I used to carry it with me, teeny little thing, sometimes the reception was fuzzy but as long as I was here in the city it worked fine. I don’t have it anymore. I have no use for it now that the pervert is gone.”
“So what happened when you found Davida asleep?”
“I think that’s obvious,” Eunice said.
“Tell us anyway. Better in your words than someone else’s.”