There was a brief silence while I thought over something she had just said.
“Mrs. Owens, how did Elaine ask Jennifer up from Gila Bend for a visit? I mean, was there a phone in Jennifer’s household then?”
“Oh, no, there’s never been telephone service out to the trailer. No, they were correspondents. They wrote to one another constantly. Mostly girlish fiddle-faddle.”
“Would any of those letters still be in existence?”
“I doubt it. I wouldn’t know where to begin to look for them in any case.”
“Mrs. Owens, this is very important. Would you please look for anything resembling a letter? I believe Elaine was killed because she knew something or had something that incriminated someone here in the murder of her cousin.”
“Well, if you think it’s so important, certainly I will look for them.”
“Did Elaine attend college?”
“Yes, for a time she attended Arizona State University, here in Phoenix.”
I could feel my pulse quickening.
“Did you know any of the young men who came to the parties Elaine held while she was in college?”
“Certainly. I don’t recall all of their names, of course. They were mainly young gentlemen from the university.”
“Do the names Richard Longren or Andrew Hollingsworth mean anything to you?”
She thought for a moment. I pulled at my lower lip, then realized Lydia was watching me and stopped.
“No, I’m sorry. I can’t say they do. Do you suspect them in some way?”
“Not necessarily,” I said, willing any disappointment out of my voice. “How about the Theta Delta Chi fraternity?”
“Elaine’s husband was a member of Theta Delta Chi. He would often bring his fraternity brothers to her parties.”
“Could you find out from him if Richard Longren or Andrew Hollingsworth ever came along to any of the parties?”
“Yes, we will be seeing him this evening. He is quite devastated by all of this. I’m sure he’ll want to be of help.”
“You have my number here if anything turns up. If I’m not here, you can speak to Lydia Ames, my roommate.”
“If I find the letters, shouldn’t I contact the police?”
“By all means. Please give them to Rachel Giocopazzi and ask her to let me know.”
“That would be fine. Mind you, Elaine wasn’t much for saving mementos. I doubt she kept letters from her youth.”
“Well, thanks for trying, anyway.”
We said good-bye and hung up.
Lydia was full of questions.
“Look,” I said, waving them off, “this could be completely innocent. And it may be that they knew Elaine but never met her cousin.”
“You don’t believe in that much coincidence, do you? Same school, same frat, same circle of friends, moving from Phoenix to Las Piernas?”
“Not even the slightest shred of evidence. Phoenix and Las Piernas are not small towns. There could be any number of people here who came to Las Piernas from Phoenix. I’m just exploring possibilities.”
I excused myself to take a shower. I knew I hadn’t been entirely honest with Lydia. Her questions about Frank had made me close off; when she asked about Hollingsworth and Longren I had denied my real suspicions. I decided to talk to her more about it later. Throughout the day, I had become more and more convinced that the mayor and Hollingsworth at least knew something about Jennifer Owens, and one of them may have killed her. I was certain that finding evidence was only a matter of time and effort.
40
IDRESSED QUICKLY and headed out for Frank’s house. The phone call from Alberta Owens had delayed me a little, so I decided I’d put off my talk with Lydia. Maybe we could get together this evening. When I got to Frank’s house, there was already a car in the driveway-I recognized it as Pete’s. Since it was another sunny beach weekend day, I had to park four blocks away, which made me even later.
I knocked on the door and Frank opened it, seeming relieved to see me. “Just starting to get worried about you.”
“Well, I was running a little late anyway, but then I had to park in Timbuktu.”
“Sorry, Irene!” Pete called out from the living room.
As we walked down the hallway, Frank said, “I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t thinking. Pete’s been good enough to loan me his car while he’s in Phoenix. He’s flying down there tonight.”
“That’s okay, Frank, I needed the exercise. And I know about the trip to Phoenix.” I looked over at Pete, who sat on the couch with a suitbag next to him on the floor. “Hello, there, Pete. I talked to Rachel this morning. She told me you were going to be visiting there.”
“Oh, yeah? So how come you were talking to Rachel? You had to call her at home-it’s her day off.”
“Pete-let her at least have a minute to get settled,” Frank said. “Have a seat, Irene. You want something cold to drink?”
“Thanks-water would be great.”
He walked off to the kitchen. Once again his powers of recovery amazed me. He was moving around much more easily, his facial bruises were fading and the swelling from the broken nose was way down.
Pete tapped his fingers impatiently while Frank was away.
“Excited about your trip?”
“Hey-I thought we declared a truce about this subject.”
“My, aren’t we touchy? That wasn’t a question about Rachel.”
“The answer is yes, and the reason is obviously Rachel and you know it. So don’t try to weasel your way around me, lady. You broke the truce, so fair is fair-what’s up with you and Frank?”
Just then Frank came back into the room and handed me a glass of ice water.
I smiled. “Thanks, Frank. Now what was that you were asking?”
Pete colored. “I asked how come you were calling Rachel on a Sunday at home?”
“Oh, is that what you wanted to know?” I took the longest sip of water I could without drowning.
“Must have been thirsty,” Pete muttered.
“I was.”
Frank looked between us, suspecting something but not able to figure out what was going on.
“Anyway,” I continued, “I called Rachel to ask if she could convince Elaine Tannehill’s mother to get in touch with me.”
They both looked up with interest. Pete leaned forward. “And?”
“And she did.” I turned to Frank. “That’s partly why I was late.”
“Never mind that,” Pete said impatiently. “Why did you want to talk to her mother?”
“Because I had a little idea I wanted to follow up on. I wanted to know if she remembered any of the people who used to come to Elaine’s parties when Jennifer was around. As I talked to her, I also remembered that there wasn’t a phone out at Jennifer’s mom’s trailer. So I asked Alberta Owens-that’s Elaine’s mom-how the girls kept in touch. Turns out they were great letter writers.”
“Why didn’t I think of that!” Pete exclaimed. He looked over at Frank, who was grinning with satisfaction.
“What’d I tell you, Pete?”
“I never said she was dumb, Frank-just maybe too smart for her own good.”
“I understand English, so you don’t have to talk like I just left the room. Besides, it was a pretty useless idea, as it turns out. Alberta Owens said she doesn’t think Elaine kept any of the letters.”
Pete sat back. “I’m telling you, it’s going to be hell trying to figure out who’s behind this. I think we should stick with the more recent stuff. Someone is very good at tying up loose ends, and you can be damned sure they were just as neat and tidy thirty-five years ago.”
“You ever find anything out about the accident Emmet Woolsey’s wife was in? Who was the witness?”
Pete and Frank exchanged glances.
“What?” I asked.
“The file is missing,” Pete said.