do you know a Charles Talley?"
"You mean Chally? Crazy whack-job. He works at the club now."
"When did you last see him?"
"Oh, I don't know. Week at least." She frowned. "Why? What does that bastard have to do with this?"
Olivia was silent.
"What is it, Candi?"
"They're dead."
"Who?"
"Charles Talley and Max Darrow. They were in on it somehow. I don't know. Something with my daughter coming back tipped them off. They probably wrote that post to find me." Olivia frowned. Something felt off about that part, but for now she pushed through. "Darrow wanted money. I gave him fifty thousand. Charles Talley was involved too."
"You're not making sense."
"I was supposed to meet with someone tonight," Olivia said. "They were supposed to show me my daughter. Only now Darrow and Chally are both dead. And someone is still looking for some tape."
Again Kimmy's face fell. "Tape?"
"When Clyde was beating me up, he kept asking, 'Where's the tape?' And then today-"
"Wait a second." Kimmy held up a hand. "Clyde asked you that?"
"Yes."
"And that's why he killed Cassandra? To find a videotape?"
"I think so, yeah. He was going nuts searching for it."
Kimmy started biting her nails.
"Kimmy?"
But her old friend just stood and walked toward the cabinet in the corner.
"What's going on?" Olivia asked.
"I know why Clyde wanted the tape," Kimmy said, her voice suddenly calm. She pulled open the cabinet door. "And I know where it is."
Chapter 56
MATT LED LOREN to the Eager Beaver's darkened back booth. They sat down as ABC began to sing "The Look of Love." The room was dark. The strippers felt suddenly far away.
"You're not armed, are you?" Matt said.
"I didn't have time to get a weapon approval."
"You're also here on your own."
"So?"
Matt shrugged. "If I wanted to, I could probably still knock you over and run."
"I'm tougher than I look."
"I don't doubt it. You were a tough kid."
"You weren't."
He nodded. "So what do you know about my wife?"
"Why don't you start, Matt?"
"Because I've done all the stuff that shows trust so far," he replied. "You haven't."
"Fair point."
"So?"
Loren thought about it but not for long. There was no reason not to. She truly believed he was innocent and if she was wrong, the evidence would prove it. He wouldn't be able to talk his way out of it. Ex-cons don't have that luxury.
"I know your wife's real name is Candace Potter."
She started talking. He did too. He interrupted with questions and follow-ups. When Loren reached the part about the Candace Potter autopsy, about the AIS woman, Matt sat up and his eyes widened.
"Say that again."
"Max Darrow checked off the part about the victim having AIS."
"Which you said is like being a hermaphrodite?"
"A little, yeah."
He nodded. "So that's how Darrow figured it out."
"Figured out what?"
"That Candace Potter was alive. Look, my wife had a daughter when she was fifteen. The baby was put up for adoption."
Loren started nodding. "So somehow Darrow found that out."
"Exactly."
"And then he remembers the AIS from the autopsy. If Candace Potter was at one time pregnant-"
"Then it couldn't have been Candace Potter who was murdered," Matt finished.
"Your wife is supposed to meet with her daughter here tonight?"
"At midnight, right."
Loren nodded. "That's why you made this deal with me. That one A.M. thing. So your wife would be able to keep her rendezvous with her daughter."
"Right," Matt said.
"Nice of you. To make that sacrifice."
"Yeah, I'm a prince except..." Matt stopped. "Oh, Christ, think about what we've been saying. It's all a setup. It has to be."
"I'm not following."
"Okay, let's say you're Max Darrow. Let's say you figure out that Candace Potter is still alive, that she ran off. How would you find her after all these years?"
"I don't know."
"You'd try to draw her out, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"And how? By forcing her to show herself. You might post something about her long-lost daughter being on death's door. You, if you're a cop, might be able to find out some details about the hospital, the town, the doctor. Maybe you even find out from the adopted daughter herself, I don't know."
"Risky," Loren said.
"Risky how?"
"What would make him think she'd still be looking up her old name like that?"
He thought about that. "I'm not sure. But of course that's not all you do. You try to follow up on any old leads. You go back over the case step-by-step. But if she's out there, if she's got a computer like everyone else in the free world, maybe she's going to be curious and Google her old name. It's bound to happen, right?"
Loren