“Also, even though no one from the cable company was in the area on Monday, I did find out from the foreman that a private audiovisual company was wiring the house for flat screens and computers. His name is Rowan Livy. I have a call in to him.”

“Good. And who told you about him?”

“The foreman.”

“Chuck Tinsley or Keith Wald?”

“Tinsley.”

“The one who found the body,” Decker said. “We should talk to him again. Maybe he’ll remember something when he’s not as frazzled. And first on the scene is always suspicious.”

“Agreed. I also had a chat with Bea Blanc—the victim’s sister. She and Adrianna haven’t been close for years. Bea’s a stockbroker—married with a couple of kids—and the two of them lead very different lives. She didn’t know much about Adrianna’s personal comings and goings.”

“Did you detect any animosity between them?”

“Not when I spoke to her. She seemed pretty broken up.”

“So as a source of information, she’s a bust, and as a suspect, she’s way down on the list.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay. Good work. Anything else?”

“Not at the moment. I thought I’d join the others in the view room and look at the tapes of St. Timothy’s exits and entrances. So far it appears that Adrianna never made it back to her car. Marge and Oliver want to know if Adrianna left the hospital at all.”

“I thought the hospital wasn’t going to release them to us.”

“Apparently they had a change of heart. You want to come in and take a look?”

“Maybe in a minute. I’ve still got a couple of calls to make. Tell them I’m here in case anyone wants to talk to me.”

“Will do.”

After Wanda left, Decker started calling maintenance personnel from the hotel. His first call went out to Eddie Booker. A kid whose voice sounded like he was in the throes of adolescence answered the phone. “My mom and dad just left for vacation.”

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” Decker asked.

“I dunno. You can talk to my grandmother. She’ll be back in an hour.”

“Can I leave you my number and have her call me at her earliest convenience?”

“Uh, I don’t have a pencil. Should I get one?”

“Please.” Decker gave him the number, thanked the kid, and hung up, knowing that there was a good chance that Grandma wouldn’t get the message. His next call was to Reffi Zabrib. Gregory Zatch, the head security guard, had said that Zabrib had gone to Europe. So Decker wasn’t surprised that the line had been disconnected. Since Zabrib had quit when Terry was still around and about, he wasn’t high on the list.