I really want to compliment her on the fine job she's doing out here with the girls."
I rolled my eyes and followed Biggie outside. "Biggie, how do you know she's doing a good job?"
"I don't, but I want to talk to her. Now, hush, here she comes."
Grace Higgins looked like a woman with a purpose when she stepped from the grass onto the brick patio. She nodded curtly when she saw Biggie heading her way, and tried to step around her, but Biggie was too quick and grabbed her in a big hug. "Honey, we just came out to offer condolences. I know you all must be so broken up about poor…"
Grace stood with her arms hanging at her side looking down at Biggie. "That's nice of you, but I have to—"
"See Laura, I'll bet," Biggie said. "She's taken a pill and gone to bed, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, so I thought you and I might have a little chat."
Grace thought a minute, then I guess good manners got the best of her. "Oh… all right. I have a minute or two."
"Good." Biggie drew two chairs up to a wrought-iron table and took a seat, leaving the other for Grace.
"Now." Biggie's tone suddenly got businesslike. "I haven't been entirely honest with you. I'm here because the ranger asked me to help him investigate poor Rex's murder. You can help a lot if you'll just answer a few questions."
Grace's mouth dropped open. "He asked you?"
"In the past, I've done my bit to help the authorities when murder's been done. Of course, I'm only an amateur…"
"Well, I don't know what I can tell you." Grace folded her hands in front of her. "You were there when the ranger questioned me last night."
"Yes, but I have a feeling that you're a bright woman and a good judge of character. Am I right?"
"I try." Grace relaxed in her chair. "Okay, ask away."
"Let's start with Rex," Biggie said. "How long have he and Laura been married?"
"Umm…" Grace wrinkled her brow. "About eleven years, to the best of my memory. Soon after I returned from the Peace Corps, I ran into Laura in Lansing, Michigan. Soon after, we became roommates. We both had jobs but just barely scraped by. Rex had quit racing by then and was designing futuristic prototypes for new cars. He and Laura met at a car wash, if you can believe that. Romantic, huh? But he apparently was swept off his feet by her, as who wouldn't be. And Laura? Well, what girl could help but… I mean he rushed her something awful. She was impressed with all that money and power." Grace gripped her hands together until her knuckles turned white. "I really, I don't think she ever really loved him, but she was dazzled. He was handsome then and drove a hot little sports car…." Her voice faded and she stared at the pasture beyond the house.
"So how did you all come together here?" Biggie asked.
Grace kind of jumped like Biggie's voice had startled her. "It was about two years ago. By then I had gone back to school to become a dietitian, and Laura knew it. We'd kept in touch, you see. So when she called me all excited about this project for the girls, I'll admit, it gripped my imagination, too. So, as they say, the rest is…"
"… history, I know," Biggie said. "So what are your thoughts on Babe and Rob?"
"Leeches, the two of them. Babe has been bad news all her life as far as I can tell. Her mother divorced Rex when Babe was very young, and the kid never had much to do with her daddy until she heard he'd married Laura. Then out of the blue she showed up, all lovey-dovey and wanting to be part of his life. Rex, of course, was flattered and welcomed her with open arms. As for Rob— well, you've met him. Enough said?"
Biggie nodded. "Well, thanks for your time. Are there any plans yet for a funeral?"
"Yes. As soon as they release the body, he'll be buried here on the ranch. Graveside services only. Rex wasn't much for religion, and those were his wishes." She got to her feet. "Now, I really do need to talk to Laura."
"Sure, honey. Run along now. You've been a big help."
We watched as Grace disappeared through the French doors, then Biggie jumped up. "Come on," she said. "Let's find the