Then I noticed that Estelle, who'd taken the stool next to me, was fidgeting. I looked down and saw why. The note was on the floor. She dragged it with her shoe, then bent quickly and picked it up and slipped it into her pocket; the pocket with the necklace.
I didn't like this one bit. Lies can catch up with you in not-so-pleasant ways, but my guilty conscience was put to sleep when Elliott Richter removed my dinner from the microwave and set the plate in front of me. Herbed pork, red cabbage and golden potatoes made everything wonderful.
Richter excused himself to return to his family. "I'm hoping they'll all go home now that you two are safe and sound."
After a few minutes, Estelle said, "I'll head to my room if you don't mind?" She carried her plate of halfeaten food to the sink, cleaned it and put the dish and silverware in the dishwasher.
Cooper watched her retreat, then said, "I thought you came to talk to Simone. To check out JoLynn's room for that necklace? What happened?"
Simone. With what I'd just been through, I'd forgotten about her. "I did talk to her, as a matter of fact. Before I decided to invite Estelle for a drive. I mean, Estelle's probably seen and heard plenty, yet we never questioned her."
"I questioned her as soon as I found out JoLynn lived here," Cooper said.
"Okay, you questioned her, but I didn't. Anyway, that's not what's important." I lowered my voice. "Get this. Simone admitted she took the pictures of JoLynn at the cemetery."
Cooper said, "That's one question answered. How did they get in Dugan's hands?"
"She doesn't know," I said. "She said she threw them away because they were such poor quality. She also lost her camera."
"That's certainly true." Richter was back and he'd heard us. "I bought Simone a new one. What does this have to do with the investigation?"
He obviously hadn't heard the first part of what I'd said about the cemetery pictures. So I told him.
"Are you considering the possibility that Simone somehow met this Dugan man?" Richter said. "Gave him the photos?"
"I don't think so. Her biggest concern was her lost camera and how to replace it. She thought she may have left it behind on a trip to U.T."
"Yes. She went with Adele and Ian. Those two in the same room is bad enough, but in the same car? No wonder Simone was distracted enough to lose something as important to her as her camera."
Ian? I'd assumed Simone meant Leopold when she said she took the trip with her parents. "Can you excuse me a minute for a restroom break?" I said. If Estelle was still around, I needed to ask her something.
I stood quickly and started for the big hall.
"There's a powder room right off the utility room this way," Richter called.
"I noticed you have a bathroom with cherubs last time I was here. I love cherubs," I said over my shoulder.
As I hurried down the hall, I noticed the living areas were both empty, so the rest of the family had taken off. I made the left turn and saw all those closed doors. Which one belonged to Estelle? I had to talk to her. Now.
But when I saw JoLynn's door ajar, I knew where she was. Replacing the necklace. Sure enough, she was in the room. Her back was to me and she was fluffing pillows at the head of the bed.
She gasped and turned when I whispered her name.
"You scared me," Estelle said. "You can't act like we're suddenly best friends, Abby. You'll make Mr. Richter suspicious."
"I know. But I have to ask you something important. You've cleaned all those houses. Did you notice if Adele Hunt or Ian McFarland had a camera similar to Simone's?"
"Actually, I thought Simone lent hers out. Which was odd because she was in love with her camera. Hardly ever let it out of her sight. Then I decided Mr. McFarland must have bought one just like hers. Simone probably convinced him—so she could have a spare handy in an emergency."
"Thank you, Estelle. Thank you so much."
I paid a visit to the bathroom then, the one that reminded me of Glenwood Cemetery. I sat on a little bench against the wall and thought for a minute. Ian found the pictures, maybe in the trash here at the ranch or maybe in Simone's camera case on the trip to U.T. He got worried. What else did his daughter have on her camera? If Ian somehow met up with Kent Dugan, and Simone saw them together, she might have taken their picture with her new telephoto lens, just like she'd taken pictures of JoLynn. He couldn't know unless he looked at all her pictures. And he had to be concerned that others might see any or all of what she'd shot. So he stole the whole friggin' camera.
I stood, put my hands under the cold water and then rested my palms against my warm cheeks. I don't want to bring Estelle into this if I don't have to. I walked slowly back to the kitchen. Maybe I didn't have to reveal how I learned where the other camera might be.
I found Richter and Cooper holding beer glasses when I returned, while Kate was cleaning up after me.
"I realize now that I didn't see Ian here tonight," I said. "He came back from Houston with you, right?"
"Yes. He called Simone right after dinner—which didn't make Adele too happy," Richter said. "He took off right after he spoke with Simone and I assumed she said something that bothered him. She gets to him. Gets to all of us at times."
Cooper said, "Why the interest in Ian?" He knew I wasn't simply making polite conversation.
"I have this gut feeling. Can we act on it without every single piece of evidence in place for once?" I said.
"You suspect Ian of something? That's ridiculous," Richter said.
"Can't hurt to ask him a few questions," Cooper said. "Is this about the camera?"
Richter looked back and forth between us. "Simone's camera? The one I bought for her?"
"Actually, this is about the one she lost." I walked over and picked up the cordless phone from its spot on the kitchen desk. "Do me a favor, Mr. Richter. Call Simone. Tell her mother or whoever answers that you didn't get to see Simone today and want to say good night."
"What's this about, Abby?" But he took the phone and dialed.
"I'll explain later."
I breathed a sigh of relief when Simone apparently answered and she and her uncle talked briefly before he wished her that good night.
When he disconnected, he said, "I've never done that before. She seemed . . . glad to hear from me. Now, please, what's going on?"
"I wanted to make sure she was safe—and she is," I said.
Cooper was already headed for the door and I grabbed my bag and was on his tail. "Kate, we'll call the two of you when we get this figured out."
"Um, okay . . . sure," I heard her say.
We took Cooper's truck and I gave him the general direction of McFarland's house. I was sure glad he didn't ask me how I knew.
Cooper said, "Is there evidence on the camera Ian took from his daughter?"
"I don't know. But he believed there might be. I'm guessing he thought Simone caught him meeting with Dugan," I said.
"That's what you asked Simone about today—her pictures, about what she saw." Cooper was driving so fast I was holding on to the handle above the passenger door for dear life.
I said, "When Ian called his daughter after dinner, I'm betting she mentioned my visit to her earlier today."
Cooper steered with one hand and unclipped his cell phone from his belt. "And that's why McFarland took off in such a hurry." He flipped open the phone and pressed a speed dial number. "This is Boyd. I need you and the patrol car at Ian McFarland's house. And I need you now." He paused to listen, then said, "It's on the Richter property. Look it up on a damn map if you have to, Marshall." He closed the phone and looked at me. "I don't know how much more I can take of this job."