There were too many things going on at once. Too much to think about. And he was messing around with facts, rather than looking for patterns, or for revealing holes. He put his feet up, steepled his fingers, closed his eyes, and let his mind roam.
And in ten minutes concluded that the case would break when they identified the probable killer through hospital records, or when they cracked the kidnapper's source of information. Two solid angles, but not enough pressure on them.
So: Dunn, Tower and Helen Manette, Wolfe.
Of course, there was a small chance that the leak was not from the family. It could be an investigation insider-a cop. But Lucas thought not. The kidnapper was clearly crazy. A cop would be unlikely to stick his neck out for a nut, even a family nut. They were simply too unreliable.
No. Somebody had to benefit.
Wolfe. Wolfe was sleeping with Manette. Manette didn't have much left, in the way of money. Dog food…
Lucas frowned, glanced at his watch. Dunn was up late every night. Lucas got Anderson's daily log, looked up Dunn's home phone, and dialed. Dunn picked it up, a little breathless, on the second ring: "Hello?"
"Mr. Dunn, Lucas Davenport."
"Davenport-you scared me. I thought it might be the guy, this time of night." In an aside to somebody, he said, Lucas Davenport. Then: "What can I do for you?"
Lucas said, "When I talked to you the night of the kidnapping, you told me that Tower and Andi Manette shared money from a trust."
"That's right."
"If your wife was gone, and the kids were gone, what would happen to the trust?"
After a long moment of silence, Dunn said, "I don't know. That would be up to the terms of the trust, and the trustees. The only beneficiaries are Tower and his descendants. If he didn't have any descendants… I suppose it'd go to Tower."
"If Tower croaked… excuse me…"
"Yeah, yeah, if Tower croaked, what?"
"Would his wife get it?"
"No, I mean, not if Andi and the kids were still around. Jesus, listen to the way I'm talking, for christ sakes." And the phone went dead. Lucas looked at the receiver, unsure about what had happened. He redialed.
A cop picked up on the first ring, and without preamble said, "Chief Davenport?"
"Yeah, I was talking to Dunn."
"Well, Jesus, sir, I don't know what you said, but he cracked up. He's back in his bedroom."
"Ah."
"Do you want me to get him?"
"No, no, let him go. Tell him I'm sorry, okay?"
"Sure, I will…"
"And after he's got back together, ask him if I could get a copy of the Manette Trust document. They must have one around."
Lucas, still wide awake, crawled back into bed and lay looking at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled over and gripped Weather's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Can you wake up?"
"Hmmm?" she asked sleepily.
"Are you operating in the morning?"
"At ten," she said.
"Oh…"
"What?" She rolled more on her back and reached up and touched his face.
"I need to talk to you about the case. I need an opinion from a woman. But if you're working…"
"I'm fine," she said, more awake now. "Tell me."
He told her, and finished with, "Tower could die anytime. If Andi and the kids are gone, his wife is gonna get a load. Whatever he's got, plus-maybe-whatever's in the trust. Probably four million, plus a million-dollar house. So the question is, could Nancy Wolfe do that? How about Helen?"
Weather had been listening intently. "I can't say-it could be either one. Normally, I'd say no to Wolfe. Even if she's having an affair with Tower, she can't be so sure that he'll marry her, that she'd already be maneuvering for the money. Not to the extent of killing three people. Helen, well, Helen doesn't have anything invested in Andi and the children. She was having an affair with Tower before Andi's mother was gone-so she and Audi probably dislike each other. And if Helen knows about the affair with Nancy Wolfe, maybe…"
"Yeah. If Andi and the kids are gone, she gets more from a divorce, if there is one. If Andi and the kids are gone, and Manette croaked from the stress, or from the stress before a divorce, or' both… well, all the better. So Helen looks good."
"Except."
"Except," Lucas repeated.
"Except that we don't know much about Wolfe's relationship with Andi Manette. They are partners and old friends, we're told-but that's exactly where you'll find some really deep, rich, suppressed hatreds. Things that go back decades. My best friend in high school got married when she was nineteen, had a bunch of kids, and wound up flipping burgers in a motel. The last time I saw her, I realized… I think she hates me. Andi was always rich, Wolfe didn't have money; Andi married a man who Wolfe met first, and who went on to become a multimillionaire. Andi has good-looking kids, Wolfe is at the time of life when she's got to face the possibility that she won't get married and have children at all. And maybe Andi would interfere with this affair. I wonder if she knows about it. Anyway-that's all pretty emotional stuff and pretty tangled up."
"Yeah. And there's something else," Lucas said. "If somebody sicced a fruitcake killer on Andi Manette, who'd know more about picking a fruitcake killer than Wolfe?"
"Maybe you're looking at the wrong files," Weather said. "Maybe you should be looking at Nancy Wolfe's." After a moment, "And there's always George Dunn."
"He doesn't feel right to me, anymore," Lucas said. "He'd have to be a great liar, a great actor."
"In other words, a sociopath," Weather said.
"Glad you said that," Lucas said.
"A lot of very successful businessmen are-at least, that's what I've heard anecdotally. Like surgeons…"
"Nancy Wolfe once called him a sociopath," Lucas said.
"… and if he were facing a divorce that would cut his business in half… How much did you say he was worth?" Weather asked.
"If he wasn't lying, could be anything up to thirty million."
"So Andi Manette's death could be worth fifteen million dollars to him," Weather said. "I'll tell you something. Rich people get very attached to their money. It's like one of their organs, or more than that. If you asked most people who have two million dollars whether they'd rather lose one million, or lose a foot, I think most of them would rather lose the foot."
"But that only holds if Andi Manette really wants a divorce," Lucas said. "Dunn says he was trying to put it back together."
"What else would he say? That he hates her and he's glad they were kidnapped?"
"Yeah." The problem wasn't a lack of motive. The problem was picking one.
"Don't forget the last possibility," Weather said. "Tower. Her father."
"You've got a sick mind, Karkinnen."
"It wouldn't be the first time that a father went after his daughter. If he's desperate…"
Lucas lay flat on his back, his fingers laced across his stomach, and he said, "When I had my little bout of depression, whenever that was, one of the worst things was lying awake at night with everything running through my head, in circles, and not being able to stop it. This isn't quite the same, but it's related. Jesus. I keep going around and around: Dunn, Wolfe, the Manettes; Dunn, Wolfe, the Manettes. The answer is there."
Weather patted his leg. "You'll figure it out."
"Something else is bothering me. I saw something in Gloria Crosby's apartment, but I can't remember what it was. But it's important."
She pushed herself up: "You forgot?"
"Not exactly forgot. It was there, but it's like I never really recognized it. It's like when you see a face in the street, and an hour later you realize it was an old classmate. Like that. I saw something…"
"Sleep on it," she said. "Maybe your subconscious will kick it out."
After a while in the dark, after Weather had rolled back to her own pillow, he said, "You know, those two Bible verses have me whipped, too. Must be Stillwater. That would be too much of a coincidence-or a trick, or something-not to be right. But what's he talking about?"