Wesley nodded. “I think whoever was sent to meet her shot her and kept the money: Later - maybe mere minutes later - Stevens appears in the designated spot, the alleyway off Strawberry Street.”
‘What you’re describing is consistent with her position in the car,” I said. “Originally, she had to have been slumped forward in order for the assailant to have shot her in the nape of the neck. But when she was found, she was leaning back in the seat.”
“Stevens moved her.”
“When he first approached the car, he wouldn’t have immediately known what was wrong with her. Ht couldn’t see her face if she were slumped forward against the steering wheel. He leaned her back in the seat.”
“And then ran like hell.”
“And if he’d just splashed on some of his cologne before heading out to meet her, then he would have cologne on his hands. When he leaned her back in the seat; his hands would have been in contact with her coat probably in the area of her shoulders. That’s what I smelled at the scene.”
“We’ll break him eventually.”
“There are more important things to do, Benton,” I said, and I told him about my visit with Helen Grimes and what she had said about Mrs. Waddell’s last visit with her son.
“My theory,” I went on, “is that Ronnie Waddell wanted the picture of Jesus buried with him, and that this may have been his last request. He puts it in an envelope and writes on it ‘Urgent, extremely confidential,’ and so on.”
“He couldn’t have done this without Donahue’s permission,” Wesley said. “According to protocol, the inmate’s last request must be communicated to the warden.”
“Right, and no matter what Donahue’s been told, he’s going to be too paranoid to let Waddell’s body be carried off with a sealed envelope in a pocket. So he grants Waddell’s request, then devises away to see what’s inside the envelope without a hassle or a stink. He decides to switch envelopes after Wadded is dead, and instructs one of his thugs to take care of it. And this is where the receipts come in.”
“I was hoping you’d get around to that,” Wesley said.
“I think the person made a little mistake Let’s say he’s got a white envelope on his desk, and inside it are receipts from a recent trip to Petersburg. Let’s say he gets a similar white envelope, tucks something innocuous inside it, and then writes the same thing on the front that Waddell had written on the envelope he wanted buried with him.”
“Only the guard writes this on the wrong envelope.”
“Yes. He writes it on the one containing the receipts.”
“And he’s going to discover this later when he looks for his receipts and finds the innocuous something inside the envelope instead.