“Especially when the members were heavily involved in drugs,” Marge suggested.
“It definitely tilted our decision not to cooperate. At the time it never dawned on me or anyone else that something bad happened to Manny and Beth until Beth’s mother called a week or two later. She was distraught. She wanted my help in hunting them down. I told Mrs. Devargas to go to the police. She told me that she and her husband had been to the police and no one from the church was giving them any help.”
A big sigh.
“I told her I’d look into it for her. When she called a second time, I got scared. I packed my bags and said good-bye to California without leaving any forwarding number or address. The group could tolerate the possibility that Manny and Beth stole from us. But if something bad had happened to them, we didn’t want any part of it. We broke apart. We went separate ways.”
“Where’d you go?” Marge asked.
“Back home to Boston…to college actually. I threw myself into my studies and didn’t participate in any more protests, love-ins, or sit-ins. And definitely no more drugs. That side of me just died. I became an architect, got married, had a daughter, lived a quiet suburban life until my daughter grew up, the empty nest set in, and my ex and I discovered we had nothing in common. The divorce was ten years ago. He stayed in the East, I moved back to California. I had had enough of eastern winters.” She took a paper napkin and dabbed her eyes. “I suppose I realized I was coming back to face my demons. My sudden split from L.A. and no forwarding information was so cowardly. It must have been so hurtful to the Devargases. They must hate me.”
“Mrs. Devargas spoke very highly of you,” Marge told her.
“Ill-deserved.” Alyssa spoke through a cracked voice. “Not that I could have told her anything. I have no idea what had happened to them.”
“We think we found Beth’s body,” Oliver said. “Confirmation is being done today using dental records. We’re almost certain that Beth was murdered.”
This time, the woman sobbed openly. Marge offered her a Kleenex from her purse and they both waited until Alyssa had calmed down enough to talk. “The poor girl. I hope it was quick and she didn’t suffer.”
“We told you what we know,” Marge said. “What we don’t know is who did it.”
Oliver added, “We also don’t know what happened to Manny Hernandez. We’re open to any ideas you might have.” He regarded her intently. She threw up her arms, wiped her tears, but didn’t speak. “How was their relationship?”
“You mean Beth and Manny?”
Oliver and Marge nodded.
“Gosh, we were very young and idealistic and frankly addled by weed, so my memories may be clouded. But I seem to remember it as being very good.”
Marge and Oliver looked at each other. “Did they fight?”
“I’m sure they did, but nothing that I can recall as openly hostile. She adored him. He was not as effusive: he’s a man. From what I recall, he was nice to her. I remember he used to compliment her cooking a lot. Beth was an excellent cook. They were from Santa Fe, New Mexico…I guess you know that already.”
“We do,” Marge said. “Go on. You’re a wealth of needed information.”
Alyssa smiled. “You’re being so nice. And I know deep inside you must think I’m a horrid bitch.”
Oliver said, “Tell us about Beth’s cooking.”
“Oh…well, she made wonderful traditional dishes. Manny loved to eat and he always said that Beth should be promoted to a chef instead of a waitress…gosh, it’s all coming back to me. Beth worked as a waitress. I suppose you know that as well.”
Marge did, but confirmation was always good. “Manny was a janitor from what I understand.”
“Yes, he cleaned apartment houses and offices. But he was also a talented carpenter. He designed the layout of the church-the chapel, the offices. He built the pews and the altar. Manny was a good guy. That’s why we trusted him with the money for the farm…do you know about that?”
Oliver said, “From what we were told, all the members pooled their money and bought an organic farm up north.”
“Actually, we were going to buy land and turn it into an organic farm. Manny was busy working on plans for communal living quarters. He and Beth were the last people we thought would steal.”
Marge said, “We’ve heard that Manny could be abrasive.”
“Abrasive?” Alyssa shook her head. “I wouldn’t say that. If you want to find his weak spot, I’d say he was prone to grandiose thinking. He had drawn up plans for an entire industry-a farm, a barn, a corral, a livestock grazing area, and a gigantic house and guesthouses. We had to tell him to scale it back. First of all, we could never raise that much money. Second, none of us knew anything about farming. We wanted to start off small.”
“How did he react to your criticism?” Marge wanted to know.
“It wasn’t criticism.” She poured herself another glass of water and drank it quickly. “It was…” A sigh. “From what I remember, he just modified the plans into something more manageable. Our goal was to save twenty thousand dollars for a down payment. We had about seven thousand in the bank, and that was pretty good considering we were living on a wing and prayer.”
“A lot of money back then,” Oliver said. “Certainly a good haul if you were a thief.”
“Manny wasn’t the only one on the signature card. As I recall, he insisted that someone else besides Beth and him be allowed access to the money. If something happened to them, he didn’t want the group not to be able to withdraw the money.”
Marge’s ears perked up. “Who else was on the card?”
“Christian Woodhouse.”
“Do you know what happened to him?”
“Sort of. I tracked him down and called him up after my divorce. I heard he was divorced as well. Currently he’s the headmaster of a prep school in Vermont.”
“You dated?”
“For about a month. It didn’t work out, but we left on good terms. I have his number, but I’m sure he can’t tell you anything about Beth and Manny, either.”
“Why’s that?” Oliver asked.
Alyssa rattled the ice cubes in her tumbler and drank up whatever water was left. “When Mrs. Devargas called me and asked if I had heard from Beth, the first thing I did was go over to the apartment. When they didn’t answer, I had the manager open the door. It was cleaned out. At that point, my first thoughts were about the money. I called up Christian and we went over to the bank and checked on the cash. I was there when the teller told him the account had been closed.”
“It doesn’t mean that Beth and Manny had closed it,” Oliver told her.
Alyssa looked confused, but then she understood what they were saying. “You think Christian killed them and cleaned out their apartment and the bank account?” She laughed. “No, no, no. Christian asked for a copy of the withdrawal statement. A copy was sent to him a few days later and Manny’s signature was on it. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. A few guys from the church went looking for them.”
She shook her head.
“That was a bust. Finally, I phoned Mrs. Devargas and told her that they had left-I left out the stolen money because I didn’t want to make her feel bad-and I suspected that maybe they were on their way back home.”
“Why did you suspect that?” Oliver inquired.
“Where else would they go?”
No one spoke.
Alyssa said, “Anyway, we agreed that we’d call each other if either one of us heard from Beth and Manny. Well, you know how that went. Your call this morning was the first I’ve heard about either of them in years.”
“Do you think Manny murdered Beth?”
“Anything’s possible, but I don’t think so,” Alyssa said. “There was never any indication that they were anything else but happily married. How should I put this?”
A pause.