there are four in the park, and they all work. We checked."
"Why would he lie about where he was calling from?"
"The most likely reason is because he was lying about the rest of what he had to say, too, Anyway, Donna Hagen said the guy sounded very young and sure of himself." The words were barely out of his mouth before Leydecker winced and put a hand on top of his head. "That didn't come out just the way I meant it, Ralph.
Sorry."
"It's okay-the idea that I sound like an old fart on a pension is not exactly a new concept to me. I am an old fart on a pension.
Go on."
"Chris Nell was the responding officer-first on the scene, Do you remember him from the day we arrested Ed?"
"I remember the name."
"Uh-huh. Steve Utterback was the responding detective and the O.I.C-officer in charge. He's a good man."
The guy ' the watchcap, Ralph thought.
"The lady was dead in bed, but there was no sign of violence.
Nothing obvious taken, either, although old ladies like May Locher aren't usually into a lot of real hockable stuff-no VCR, no big fancy stereo, nothing like that. She did have one of those Bose Waves, though, and two or three pretty nice pieces of jewelry. This is not to say that there wasn't other jewelry as nice or nicer, but-"
"But why would a burglar take some and not all?"
"Exactly. What's more interesting in this case is that the front door-the one the 911 caller said he saw the two men coming out of-was locked from the inside. Not just a spring-lock, either; there was a thumb-bolt and a chain. Same with the back door, by the way.
So if the 911 caller was on the up-and-up, and if May Locher was dead when the two guys left, who locked the doors?"
Maybe it was the Crimson King, Ralph thought... and to his horror, almost said aloud.
"I don't know. What about the windows?"
"Locked. Thumb-latches turned. And, just in case that's not Agatha Christie enough for you, Steve says the storms were on. One of the neighbors told him Mrs. Locher hired a kid to put them on just last week."
"Sure she did," Ralph said. "Pete Sullivan, the same kid who delivers the newspaper. Now that I think of it, I saw him doing it."
Mystery-novel bullshit," Leydecker said, but Ralph thought Leydecker would have swapped Susan Day for May Locher in about three seconds. "The prelim medical came in just before I left for the courthouse to meet you. I had a glance at it. Myocardial this, thrombosis that... heart-failure's what it comes down to. Right now we're treating the 911 call as a crank-we get em all the time, all cities do-and the lady's death as a heart-attack brought on by her emphysema."
"Just a coincidence, in other words." That conclusion might see him a lot of trouble-if it flew, that was-but Ralph could hear the disbelief in his own voice.
"Yeah, I don't like it, either. Neither does Steve, which is why the house has been sealed. State Forensics will give it a complete top-to-bottom, probably starting tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, Mrs. Locher has taken a little ride down to Augusta for a more comprehensive postmortem. Who knows what it'll show? Sometimes they do show things. You'd be surprised."
"I suppose I would," Ralph said.
Leydecker tossed his toothpick into the trash, appeared to brood for a moment, then brightened up. "Hey, here's an idea-maybe I'll get someone in clerical to make a dupe of that 911 call. I could bring it over and play it for you. Maybe you'll recognize the voice. Who knows? Stranger things have happened."
"I suppose they have," Ralph said, smiling uneasily.
"Anyway, it's Utterback's case. Come on, I'll see you out," In the hall, Leydecker gave Ralph another searching look. This one made Ralph feel a good deal more uncomfortable, because he had no idea what it meant. The auras had disappeared again.
He tried on a smile that felt lame. "Something hanging out of my nose that shouldn't be?"
"Nope. I'm just amazed at how good you look for someone who went through what you did yesterday. And compared to how you looked last summer... if that's what honeycomb can do, I'm going to buy myself a beehive."
Ralph laughed as though this were the funniest thing he had ever heard.
1:42 a.m Tuesday morning.
Ralph sat in the wing-chair, watching wheels of fine mist revolve around the streetlights. Up the street, the police-line tapes hung dispiritedly in front of May Locher's