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Authors: Jill Churchill
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shoulder lightly as she passed through. It
was a tiny thing, but amazingly intimate, considering^
the situation.
She found most of the rest of the women, plus Gordon, who was fixing a lamp cord in the comer, in the living room. Kathy jumped up. "Jane, for God's sakes, you shouldn't let the pigs question you without your attorney!"
"Pigs?" Jane said. "That 'pig' is a fine, honorable man!" Thank God he didn't hear her coming to his defense. "Anyway, he wasn't questioning me. Not exactly. Not like a suspect or anything. Nobody's a suspect. It's just his job to find out what happened to Lila and I assume everybody's interested in knowing that."
"Jane's quite right," Beth said calmly without looking up from the file folder in her lap. "They're following a well-established and absolutely necessary routine. I saw them taking beer cans out in plastic bags for fingerprinting and DNA analysis of any
residual saliva. They're doing a cautious, thorough investigation and none of us need worry. We were all locked in here overnight." She pulled out a paper, frowned, and put it back into the folder.
"Yeah, well you'd have to say that, Ms. Law and Order," Kathy said.
"Kathy, I'm a judge," Beth said with a remarkably tolerant smile. "I'm supposed to be in favor of law and order. Are you admitting you'd prefer anarchy, with somebody railroaded into jail? Or just taken out and hanged?"
"Of course not!"
"Then pay attention. I've been on the bench for several murder cases and believe me, the police must collect every scrap of evidence and information that they can before they can even begin to speculate on the reasons and method. They're doing their job and I suggest we all cooperate with them. It's the only sensible thing. There's obviously a dangerous criminal out there who must be apprehended."
"Out there — or in here," Crispy said from the corner of the room.
An electrified silence fell. Crispy looked around at them all, then pushed the television control button. A shampoo commercial blared at them.
Mimi was standing next to Jane. 'That's the one thing I don't think anybody really needed to say," she whispered.
8
Shelley followed Jane to the kitchen. Gordon was at the far end, grimly watching police activity in the back parking lot. "What are they doing?" Jane asked.
"Not much now," Gordon said, coming away from the window. "They've taken away the body. And bags and bags of stuff. Now they're measuring things."
"Why's Edgar determined to pin this on the Ewe Lambs?" Jane asked bluntly.
"Is he?" Gordon asked. "Makes sense. It wouldn't do us any good if it were known that this was a dangerous place to stay. But if one of the women staying here did it, why that's no reflection on us at all."
"I hadn't thought of that," Jane said. "When did she go out there? How did she do it? I know Edgar locks up carefully."
"Yes, but he didn't take roll call, you know. If that had been necessary, it would have been
your
job," Gordon said a little impatiently. "She either went out there before he locked up, or she let herself out afterwards. The doors work that way; they have to in case of fire. You can go out when they're locked, but they're all balanced to swing shut and relock. The bedroom doors will be like that, too, when they're done."
"When did you last see her?" Jane asked Gordon.
"Me? I don't know. I don't even know which one got killed. I wasn't paying attention."
"She went up to her room about nine-thirty," Shelley said. "At least, I assume that's where she went. She left the living room then."
"She didn't go out the kitchen door between then and ten because I was there the whole time," Jane said. "Except when I went into the library to look for my purse…" She trailed off.
"The police have their work cut out for them if they're trying to put together a timetable of what went on inside the house," Shelley said. "How many other outside doors are there, Gordon?"
"Dozens," he said grimly. "The front door, the French doors from
was a tiny thing, but amazingly intimate, considering^
the situation.
She found most of the rest of the women, plus Gordon, who was fixing a lamp cord in the comer, in the living room. Kathy jumped up. "Jane, for God's sakes, you shouldn't let the pigs question you without your attorney!"
"Pigs?" Jane said. "That 'pig' is a fine, honorable man!" Thank God he didn't hear her coming to his defense. "Anyway, he wasn't questioning me. Not exactly. Not like a suspect or anything. Nobody's a suspect. It's just his job to find out what happened to Lila and I assume everybody's interested in knowing that."
"Jane's quite right," Beth said calmly without looking up from the file folder in her lap. "They're following a well-established and absolutely necessary routine. I saw them taking beer cans out in plastic bags for fingerprinting and DNA analysis of any
residual saliva. They're doing a cautious, thorough investigation and none of us need worry. We were all locked in here overnight." She pulled out a paper, frowned, and put it back into the folder.
"Yeah, well you'd have to say that, Ms. Law and Order," Kathy said.
"Kathy, I'm a judge," Beth said with a remarkably tolerant smile. "I'm supposed to be in favor of law and order. Are you admitting you'd prefer anarchy, with somebody railroaded into jail? Or just taken out and hanged?"
"Of course not!"
"Then pay attention. I've been on the bench for several murder cases and believe me, the police must collect every scrap of evidence and information that they can before they can even begin to speculate on the reasons and method. They're doing their job and I suggest we all cooperate with them. It's the only sensible thing. There's obviously a dangerous criminal out there who must be apprehended."
"Out there — or in here," Crispy said from the corner of the room.
An electrified silence fell. Crispy looked around at them all, then pushed the television control button. A shampoo commercial blared at them.
Mimi was standing next to Jane. 'That's the one thing I don't think anybody really needed to say," she whispered.
8
Shelley followed Jane to the kitchen. Gordon was at the far end, grimly watching police activity in the back parking lot. "What are they doing?" Jane asked.
"Not much now," Gordon said, coming away from the window. "They've taken away the body. And bags and bags of stuff. Now they're measuring things."
"Why's Edgar determined to pin this on the Ewe Lambs?" Jane asked bluntly.
"Is he?" Gordon asked. "Makes sense. It wouldn't do us any good if it were known that this was a dangerous place to stay. But if one of the women staying here did it, why that's no reflection on us at all."
"I hadn't thought of that," Jane said. "When did she go out there? How did she do it? I know Edgar locks up carefully."
"Yes, but he didn't take roll call, you know. If that had been necessary, it would have been
your
job," Gordon said a little impatiently. "She either went out there before he locked up, or she let herself out afterwards. The doors work that way; they have to in case of fire. You can go out when they're locked, but they're all balanced to swing shut and relock. The bedroom doors will be like that, too, when they're done."
"When did you last see her?" Jane asked Gordon.
"Me? I don't know. I don't even know which one got killed. I wasn't paying attention."
"She went up to her room about nine-thirty," Shelley said. "At least, I assume that's where she went. She left the living room then."
"She didn't go out the kitchen door between then and ten because I was there the whole time," Jane said. "Except when I went into the library to look for my purse…" She trailed off.
"The police have their work cut out for them if they're trying to put together a timetable of what went on inside the house," Shelley said. "How many other outside doors are there, Gordon?"
"Dozens," he said grimly. "The front door, the French doors from
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