ask you to wait here. Detective Smith and I have to discuss the situation.”
They walked just far enough down the hall to be out of earshot, and Lucas asked, “What do you think?”
“I don’t think we’ve got an arrest,” Smith said. “What about the warrants?”
“We got crime scene both at her house and the business. If you want to send along a couple guys…”
“I’ll do that,” Smith said. He looked down the hall at Jane Widdler. “Cut her loose?”
Lucas looked at her, turned back to Smith, and nodded, but reluctantly. “I agree that we don’t have an arrest. Yet. We tell her to get a lawyer, and we talk to the lawyer: keep her in town, don’t start moving money, or she goes inside. We can always find something…possession of stolen property.”
“If we find any.”
Lucas grinned. “Okay. Suspected possession of stolen property. Or how about, conspiracy to commit murder? We can always apologize later.”
“Tell that to her attorney.”
THEY WALKED BACK down the hall, Widdler watching nervously, twisting her Kleenex. Lucas said, “Mrs. Widdler. You need to get an attorney, somebody we can talk to. We believe that you may be involved in the illegal activities surrounding Leslie’s death…”
“You’re going to arrest me?” She looked frightened; fake-frightened, but who could tell?
“We’re searching your home and your business right now,” Lucas said. “We’re not going to arrest you at the moment, but that could change as we work through the day. You need to be represented. You can get your own attorney, or we can get one for you…”
“I’ll get my own…”
Lucas was looking in her eyes when he told her that she wouldn’t be arrested; she blinked once, and something cleared from her gaze, almost like a nictitating membrane on a lizard. “You can call from here, we can get you privacy if you want it,” Lucas said, “or you can wait until you get home.”
“I don’t care about privacy,” she said. “I do want to make some calls, get an attorney.” Her chin trembled, and she made a dismayed look. “This is all so incomprehensibly dreadful.”
THEY OFFERED to drive her home, since they were going there anyway. This time, she sat in the backseat by herself, calling on her cell phone. She talked first to her personal attorney, took down a number, and called that: “Joe Wyzinsky, please? Jane Widdler: Mr. Wyzinsky was recommended by my personal attorney, Laymon Haycraft. I’m with police officers right now. They are threatening to arrest me. Charges? I don’t know exactly. Thank you.”
When Wyzinsky’s name came up, Lucas and Smith looked at each other and simultaneously grimaced.
Widdler, in the backseat, said, “Mr. Wyzinsky? Jane Widdler, of Widdler Antiques and Objets d’Art. My husband was shot to death this morning, apparently suicide. The police say that he was involved in murder and theft, and I believe they are talking about the Bucher case. They suspect me of being involved, but I’m not.”
She listened for a moment, then said, “Yes, yes, of course, I’m very capable…With two police officers, they’re driving me home. They say my home and business are being searched. No, I’m not under arrest, but they say they might arrest me later this afternoon, depending on the search.”
She sounded, Lucas thought, like she was making a deal on an overpriced antique tea table. Too cool.
“…Yes. Lucas Davenport, who is an agent of the state, and John Smith, who is on the St. Paul police force. What? Yes. Hang on.” She handed the phone to Lucas. “He wants to talk to you.”
Lucas took the phone and said, “What’s happening, big guy?”
Wyzinsky asked, “You Miranda her?”
“Absolutely. John Smith did it, I witnessed. Then we insisted that she get representation, so there’d be no problem. Glad she got a pro.” Lucas wiggled his eyebrows at Smith.
“You’re taking her to her house?” Wyzinsky asked.
“Yup.”
“She says you might arrest her. For what?”
“Murder, kidnapping, conspiracy to murder, attempted murder, arson, theft, possession and sale of stolen goods,” Lucas said.
“Cruelty to animals,” Smith added.
“And cruelty to animals,” Lucas said. “We believe she took part in the killing of a dog named Screw, after which Screw’s body was thrown out on the streets of St. Paul. Make that, cruelty to animals and littering.”
“Anything else?”
“Probably a few federal charges,” Lucas said. “We believe she may have been involved in murders in Chippewa Falls and Des Moines, as well as here in St. Paul, so that would be interstate flight, transportation of stolen goods, some firearms charges, et cetera.”