I said to Mrs. Wiley, "You have a beautiful place here."
"Thank you."
Margaret Wiley was my third old person of the day, and I determined to do better with her than I had with Edgar and Agnes. In fact, argaret Wiley wasn't going to take any crap from me; I could sense that. She was the no-nonsense, old-family, get-to-the-point, and mind-your-manners type. I'm a good interrogator because I can pick out personalities and types, and tailor my approach accordingly. This doesn't mean I'm simpatico, sensitive, or empathetic. I'm an overbearing, egocentric, and opinionated male chauvinist pig. That's my comfort zone. But I listen and I say what has to be said. It's part of the job.
I said to Mrs. Wiley, "Do you manage this place by yourself?"
"Mostly. I have a son and two daughters, all married and living in the area. Four grandchildren. My husband, Thad, died six years ago."
Beth said she was sorry.
That out of the way, Beth asked, "Do you own these vineyards?"
"I own some of this land. I lease it to the wine people. Regular farmer's lease for a season. Wine people need twenty years, they say. I don't know anything about grapevines." She looked at Beth. "Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, ma'am." Beth asked, "Why did you sell an acre to the Gordons?"
"What does that have to do with their murders?"
Beth replied, "We don't know until we find out more about the transaction."
"It was a simple land sale."
I said to Mrs. Wiley, "To be frank, ma'am, I find it odd that the Gordons spent so much money for land that couldn't be developed."
"I think I told you, Detective, they wanted a view of the Sound."
"Yes, ma'am. Did they mention any other use they might want to make of the land? For instance, fishing, boating, camping?"
"Camping. They mentioned pitching a tent. And fishing. They wanted to surf cast at night from their own beach. They also said something about wanting to buy a telescope. They wanted to study astronomy. They'd visited the Custer Institute. Have you been there?"
"No, ma'am."
"It's a small observatory in Southold. The Gordons had taken an interest in astronomy."
That was news to me. You'd think that people who looked at bugs through a microscope all day wouldn't want another lens in their eye at night. But you never know. I asked, "And boating?"
"You can't launch any boat from there, except maybe a canoe. The land is on a high bluff, and you couldn't get anything except a canoe up there, then down to the beach."
"But you could land a boat on the beach?"
"Maybe at high tide, but there are treacherous rocks along that stretch. You could probably anchor and swim or walk to the beach at low tide."
I nodded, then asked, "Did they mention any agricultural interest in the land?"
"No. It's not good for much. Didn't I tell you that?"
"I don't recall."
"Well, I did." She explained, "Whatever's growing on that bluff took a long time to get used to the wind and the salt air." She added, "You might try root vegetables on the landward side."
"Right." I tried another tack and inquired, "What was your impression of the Gordons?"
She looked at me, thought a moment, then replied, "A nice couple. Very pleasant."
"Happy?"
"They seemed happy."
"Were they excited about their purchase?"
"You could say so."
"Did they approach you about selling your land?"
"Yes. They made some inquiries first-I heard about that long before they came to me. When they asked me, I told them I wasn't interested."
"Why's that?"
"Well, I don't like to sell land."
"Why not?"
Land should be held and passed on to the family." She added, "I've inherited some parcels through my mother's side. This piece of land that the Gordons were interested in was from my husband's side." one seemed to reflect a moment, then added, "Thad made me promise not to sell any of it. He wanted it to go to the children. But this was Only an acre. I didn't really need the money, of course, but the Gordons seemed to have been heart-set on this bluff…" She glanced at me and Beth, and said, "I asked the children, and they thought that their father would approve."
It always amazed me that widows and children, who were entirely clueless about what to get the old boy for Christmas or Father's Day, knew exactly what the late great Pop would want after he popped off.
Mrs. Wiley continued, "The Gordons understood that the land couldn't be developed."
"You mentioned that." I asked pointedly, "And for that reason, wouldn't you agree that twenty-five thousand dollars was above market price?"
She leaned forward in the deep Adirondack chair and informed me, "I also gave them an easement through my land to theirs." She added, "Let's see what the land goes for when the estate sells it."
"Mrs. Wiley, I'm not faulting you for making a good deal for yourself. I'm wondering why the Gordons wanted or needed that land so badly."
"I told you what they told me. That's all I know."
"The view must be breathtaking for twenty-five big ones."
"It is."
I said, "You mentioned that you lease your farmland."
"Yes. My sons aren't interested in farming or in grape-growing for the wineries."
"Did that ever come up with the Gordons? I mean, about you leasing your farmland?"
"I suppose it did."
"And they never asked you if they could lease a part of the bluffs?"
She thought a moment, then said, "No, now that you mention it."
I glanced at Beth. Clearly this made no sense. Two government employees who could be transferred at any time rent a house on the south bay, then buy an acre on the north shore for twenty-five large to have another water view. I asked Mrs. Wiley, "If they'd offered to lease an acre or so of that bluff, would you have said yes?" She nodded. "I might have preferred that."
"How much would you have asked by the year?"
"Oh… I don't know… the land has no use… I suppose a thousand would be fair." She added, "A very nice view."
I said, "Would you be good enough to show us this land?"
"I can give you directions. Or you can look up the survey in the county clerk's office."
Beth said, "We would really appreciate it if you would come with us."
Mrs. Wiley looked at her watch, then at Beth. "All right." She stood. "I'll be right back."
She went inside through the rear screen door.
I said to Beth, "Tough old duck."
"You bring out the worst in people."
"I was being very nice this time."
"That's what you call nice?"
"Yes, I'm being nice."
"Scary."
I changed the subject and said, "The Gordons had to own the property."
She nodded.
"Why?"
"I don't know… You tell me."
"Think about it."
"Okay…"
Mrs. Wiley came out of the back door, which she left unlocked. She was carrying her pocketbook and car keys. She walked toward her car, a basic gray Dodge about five years old. If Thad were alive, he'd approve.
Beth and I got in her car, and we followed Mrs. Wiley. We made a right on Middle Road, a four-lane road that ran east-west, parallel to the old colonial-era Main Road. Middle Road passed through the heart of the farmland and vineyards, with sweeping vistas in all directions. The sunshine on the windshield felt good, the air smelled of grapes, a copper-haired babe was driving, and if I wasn't investigating the murder of two friends, I'd be whistling.