“Mrs. Markham is the cheerleader sponsor,” Sybil explained to us, as though we cared. “Well, go change, honey,” she said to Nell. She might as well have said “Shoo!” and flapped her hands. Nell darted away, her cheeks flushed. In five minutes she was back, dressed in a dark blue long-sleeved T-shirt and a khaki skirt. I was willing to bet her previous outfit was on the floor of her room. “I’m gone, Mom!” she called as she went down the hall to the kitchen. The kitchen had a door leading into the garage, and I was sure that Nell had her own car. Sure enough, within a minute I saw a Dodge Dart zipping down the graveled driveway.

“She’s so active in her school,” Sybil said.

“And what year is she?” I asked politely.

“Oh, I’ll have her for one more year,” Sybil said. “Then it’ll just be me rattling around in this big empty house.”

“You might remarry,” I said, in a completely neutral voice.

Sybil looked startled, maybe at my offering a suggestion about a subject that was clearly none of my business. “Well, I suppose that’s possible,” she said stiffly. “I hadn’t thought about it.”

I didn’t believe that for a minute. From the way the maid cut her eyes toward Sybil (she was carrying out the used plates), she didn’t, either. We’d had iced tea with our salad and our chicken divan served over rice, but I’d only had one refill. I wanted to get into Nell’s room, but I could hardly say I had to use the bathroom again. That would just be too suspicious. There was no way I could tell Tolliver what I needed, and he was not very good at sneaking, anyway.

A picture presided over the dining room, and I assumed the portrait was of Sybil’s dead husband. I was seated opposite it, so I had forty-five minutes to stare at the painted features and look for their traces in the pictures of Dell and Mary Nell that were hanging on either side.

“Your husband?” I offered, nodding toward the picture. I thought it had been painted from a snapshot, but it was interesting. The eyes looked alive, and the tension of the seated body suggested that Teague was going to leap up at any moment.