Melanie.
âWhat?â
âWe were together for five years. How flattering that you remember our time together so clearly.â
âWhat are you doing now?â asked Jane, trying to head off a potential disaster. She sat down in the rocker by the fireplace.
Melanie chose the couch. âI teach journalism at St. Cloud State. But Iâm on sabbatical. Believe it or not, I took a job with
City Beat.
I interned at the
Star Trib
for a while after college, but what I really wanted to do was teach. Now Iâm so sick of it I could puke.â
âWhy
City Beat?â
asked Jane.
âBecause for the last couple years Iâve been dying to do some real-life, hands-on investigative journalism. I broke that story last February about Arnold Hammond, one of our fine local judges who was selling crack out of the trunk of his car.â
Cordelia sat down next to Melanie and slipped her arm across the back of the couchâbehind Melanieâs back.
Melanie noted the arm with a nod of her head. âYou havenât changed much.â
âI am the Sphinx. Waiting and watching.â
âAnd hustling women.â
âNot everyone. I discriminate.â
âConsider me unhustleable.â
âIâm just stretching out,â said Cordelia. âDonât take the arm personally.â
âWhyâd you come by?â asked Jane.
âWell, actually, I wanted to talk to you about your dadâs campaign manager.â
âDelavon Green?â
âGreen, yeah, and two others. Randall Turk and his brother, Ethan.â
âWhy?â
âItâs part of some research Iâm doing.â
âWhat research?â asked Cordelia, eyeing her with a kind of grim concentration.
âWell, since youâre interested, a friend sent me some information recently on a cold murder case in Iowa, one that happened back in the early seventies. The name Delavon Green came up. I knew that was the name of your dadâs campaign manager, Jane, but I didnât know if it was the same guy. Turns out it is. I think thereâs an important story there that was never toldâa murder that was never solved. And if my instincts are right, it might also have some contemporary relevance.â
âGo on,â said Cordelia, arching an eyebrow.
Melanie stared at her a moment, then continued. âWell, I think most people would agree that America is involved in another Vietnam, another endless war that grinds men and women up and then spits them out, expecting them to just pick up and go on with their lives when they get home as if the brutality they witnessed never happened. Iâm becoming convinced that the murder in Iowa back in â71 had its roots in Vietnam, and if so, it may be a cautionary tale for us today.â She removed a small notebook from her pocket. âIf you donât mind talking to me, Jane, why donât we start with Randall Turk? Give me your impressions of him.â
âWell, heâs a longtime friend of my dadâs. He and his wife used to throw a lot of dinner parties, so Iâve been to their house many times. I donât know Randy all that well, but I mean, heâs quiet, and I suspect heâs also pretty intense. My dad thinks the world of him. Heâs known for his aggressiveness in the courtroom.â
âHe and his wife recently split,â said Melanie.
âReally. That surprises me.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know. They seemed like such a great couple.â
âClose? Happy?â
âYes.â
âRandy ever talk to you about his tour in Vietnam? Or after he came home?â
âNo, not that I remember.â
âDoes he have any close friends? Other people I could talk to?â
âSorry. Like I said, I donât know him that well. You might talk to my dad about him. Not that he has a lot of time at the moment, but Iâm sure I could connect you
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