When they were back in the car, Hill said, “Where to?”

“Back to HQ for now to talk to Collins, and then I want to see Lind.”

“You believed Jamie when she said there was no affair.”

Sam found it interesting that he didn’t pose a question, but rather a fact. “I do. How about you?”

“Yeah. And I was thinking, even if there was an affair, why would she kill him? Because he missed the ball? What would that have to do with her or what might or might not have been happening between them?”

“Right. Nothing to do with her beyond the team losing its chance to go to the World Series.”

“So we can knock her off our list of suspects.”

“I’m not ready to completely eliminate anyone.” Sam dialed into the pit and reached Detective Arnold. “How’s it going with the phone dump?”

“Slow. Lot of calls received before and after the game.”

“Any outgoing calls?”

“Only to his wife.”

“Are you near a computer?”

“Yep. What do you need?”

“A number for the George McPhearson Agency in New York City. A sports representation firm.”

“Hang on a sec.”

Sam could hear him clicking around on the keyboard as he did a search.

“Ready?”

As he rattled off the number, Sam wrote it down in her notebook. “Thanks. Let me know if anything pops on the phone log.”

“Will do.”

Sam ended the call and began to punch in the number for the McPhearson agency.

“You know,” Hill said, “there’s this marvelous new invention called a smart phone where you can search for things like phone numbers and then call directly from the website.”

While she listened to the ringing phone, Sam said, “Why bother with a smart phone when I have smart people at my beck and call?”

“George McPhearson Agency. How may I direct your call?”

“To Mr. McPhearson.”

“He’s unavailable at the moment. May I send you to his voice mail?”

“Do not send me to his voice mail. This is Lieutenant Holland, Metro Washington, D.C. Police about the Willie Vasquez murder. Put me through to him. Now.”

“Please hold.”

“Another receptionist ripped to shreds,” Hill said.

“My special gift.”

“Mr. McPhearson’s office.”

“Lieutenant Holland, Metro Washington D.C. Police, about the Willie Vasquez murder. Please put me through to Mr. McPhearson immediately.”

“I’m sorry but he’s in a meeting and can’t be disturbed.”

“Let me tell you how this is going to go. Are you listening?”

“Um, yes...”