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not.“
“Then you don’t suspect any of the Ewe Lambs.“
“The what?“
“Ewe Lambs. That’s what the club was called.“
“Grown women—“·
“They weren’t grown women when they joined, Mel.- It’s an old club, named before political correctness was the in thing. Back to the beer and cigarettes—“
“The cans are being fingerprinted.“
“So you do think it was an outsider.“
“Probably so. This place had quite a reputation in the “drug trade until recently.“
There was a knock on the door and before Mel could speak, Edgar rushed in. “Detective VanDyne? You’re in charge here?“ He introduced himself quickly, then said, “Look here, you’ve got to get to the bottom of this and get the killer out of my house!“
“Edgar!“ Jane exclaimed. “It wasn’t one of the Ewe Lambs, it was somebody from outside.“
Edgar glared at her and VanDyne held his hands up for silence. “Hold it! We don’t have any idea yet how it happened and we will thoroughly investigate all possibilities.“
“Mel! You just said—“ Jane began.
But he cut her off. “My personal opinion and my professional duties are not the same thing, Jane. Now, if you’ll get your things, I’ll have an officer drive you home.“
“Home? Why?“
He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Because there’s been a murder here, that’s why.“
“So you’re making everybody leave?“ Jane asked, wanting to make quite certain she understood before she took a policy position.
“No, not everybody. And I’m not ‘making’ you leave. Just offering you the opportunity—which any
sensible person would take, I might add.“
“Sensible,“ Jane said very softly, her eyes narrowing. “I may not be sensible, Detective VanDyne, but I am loyal to my friends and keep up my part of bargains. I told Edgar I’d skivvy and skivvy I will!“
Edgar’s expression softened as Mel’s took on a cold, professional look. “Fine. Do as you like. But as your friend, your good friend, I’d advise you to go home.“
That made her feel a tad guilty. “Sorry, Mel. I do have to stay with Shelley and Edgar.“
Mel wasn’t placated. “Mr. North, may I use this room to question people? Starting with you?“
As Jane left, Mel opened the door for her and touched her 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
“Then you don’t suspect any of the Ewe Lambs.“
“The what?“
“Ewe Lambs. That’s what the club was called.“
“Grown women—“·
“They weren’t grown women when they joined, Mel.- It’s an old club, named before political correctness was the in thing. Back to the beer and cigarettes—“
“The cans are being fingerprinted.“
“So you do think it was an outsider.“
“Probably so. This place had quite a reputation in the “drug trade until recently.“
There was a knock on the door and before Mel could speak, Edgar rushed in. “Detective VanDyne? You’re in charge here?“ He introduced himself quickly, then said, “Look here, you’ve got to get to the bottom of this and get the killer out of my house!“
“Edgar!“ Jane exclaimed. “It wasn’t one of the Ewe Lambs, it was somebody from outside.“
Edgar glared at her and VanDyne held his hands up for silence. “Hold it! We don’t have any idea yet how it happened and we will thoroughly investigate all possibilities.“
“Mel! You just said—“ Jane began.
But he cut her off. “My personal opinion and my professional duties are not the same thing, Jane. Now, if you’ll get your things, I’ll have an officer drive you home.“
“Home? Why?“
He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Because there’s been a murder here, that’s why.“
“So you’re making everybody leave?“ Jane asked, wanting to make quite certain she understood before she took a policy position.
“No, not everybody. And I’m not ‘making’ you leave. Just offering you the opportunity—which any
sensible person would take, I might add.“
“Sensible,“ Jane said very softly, her eyes narrowing. “I may not be sensible, Detective VanDyne, but I am loyal to my friends and keep up my part of bargains. I told Edgar I’d skivvy and skivvy I will!“
Edgar’s expression softened as Mel’s took on a cold, professional look. “Fine. Do as you like. But as your friend, your good friend, I’d advise you to go home.“
That made her feel a tad guilty. “Sorry, Mel. I do have to stay with Shelley and Edgar.“
Mel wasn’t placated. “Mr. North, may I use this room to question people? Starting with you?“
As Jane left, Mel opened the door for her and touched her 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
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