Chapters (37)
- Dead Beat
- Dedication:
- Acknowledgments
- 1992–Part One
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Part Two
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- About the Author
Gloria shrugged. “She’d done it a couple of times.”
“And did she know you were a diabetic?” I asked.
“There’s no secret about it. She never actually discussed it with me, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
The next question was obvious, though I knew she wouldn’t like it. That was just tough luck. “Who else comes into your room either regularly or occasionally?” I demanded.
I was right. “Just what are you trying to suggest?” Gloria flashed back, outraged.
“I’m not trying to suggest anything. I asked a straightforward question, and I’d appreciate a straightforward answer.”
Gloria pointedly turned away from my stare. “No one uses my room except me,” she mumbled. “Moira was the only person apart from the cleaner who’s been in there.”
I took pity on her. I couldn’t see being madly in love with Jett as an emotionally rewarding pastime, and I didn’t want to rub in the fruitlessness of her passion. “Given that it wasn’t a drug overdose that killed her, have you any ideas about who might have wanted rid of Moira?”
“How should I know?” Gloria snapped.
“I would have thought there was no one better placed to have a few theories,” I replied. “You’re right at the nerve center of the household. You’re in Jett’s confidence. I can’t imagine there’s much goes on around here that you don’t know about.” When in doubt, flatter.
Gloria rose to the bait. “If I had to choose one person, I’d pick Tamar,” she bitched right back at me. “If Jett wasn’t such a nice guy, she’d have been out of here weeks ago. They’ve been rowing for ages, and when Moira arrived, Tamar’s nose was put right out of joint. Jett needs a woman who understands him, who really appreciates how demanding his work is. But Tamar just wants to
It was a long speech for Gloria, and her efforts to make it sound objective rather than vitriolic would have been funny under any other circumstances. I nodded sagely, and said, “I see what you mean. But do you really think she’s capable of a crime of violence like that?”
“She’s capable of anything,” Gloria retorted. “She saw her position under threat, and I think she acted on the spur of the moment to protect herself.”
“What about the others? Micky? Kevin?” I inquired.