Gloria Larsen, and Lucinda Masters, Pauline interrupted. I know. Like I said, Id heard about the first two. Who was the third?

Hannah Kettleman.

You told us youd consulted with one of them, Rachel asked. Who was that?

I met with Gloria Larsen once, at Regency. It was more or less a consult when her original doctor was away at the hospital for an emergency.

And how well do you remember her? Jack asked.

Not well, honestly. It was one of those long days where everyone you see sort of blends together. I just remember that she was going through some simple tests to make sure she was viable for one of the treatment options.

What about Lucinda Masters and Hannah Kettleman? Rachel asked Had you at least heard of them before their murders?

Not that I can recall.

Rachel leaned forward, kicking in one of the little subtle indicators she had Jack had come up with. Whenever she leaned forward intentionally, Jack knew to study the suspects eyes. It meant Rachel was about to ask a leading or blunt question. And Jack, always good at reading expressions, was to watch the suspects face carefully.

Where were you on the last several nights? she asked. Give us ten days. Can you tell us where you were when the murder occurred?

I dont know, she said, clearly starting to get defensive now. Im not exactly sure when they occurred.

Jack flipped through the folder on the table and pulled out one of the sheets. Gloria Larsen, five days ago, estimated time of death around six in the afternoon. Lucinda Masters, three days ago, likely around two in the morning. Hannah Kettleman, yesterday, time of death undetermined but likely somewhere between eleven at night and two in the morning.

Something flickered in Paulines eyesa bit of uneasiness that Rachel caught. It was almost like the look of someone considering a bluff in a suddenly serious game of poker.

For Gloria Larsen, I would have either been on my way home from the hospital or still there, wrapping paperwork from my last appointment. I dont know for sure. For the other two, I was at home asleep.

Do you have any proof? Jack asked.

Proof that I was at home, asleep?

Yes. Security cameras, maybe? Anything like that?

Rachel applauded him for not mentioning a spouse, as the articles theyd read specifically mentioned how her husband had died five years ago. No need in giving her another emotional slap in the face while accusing her of murder.

No. As for the first murder, I can have my computer checked to see when I logged out that day.

Would you allow us to look at your phone, or are you going to make us get a warrant? Jack asked.

You could, Pauline said. But its in my purse, back at Greenfield. You sort of escorted me out before I had a chance to mention it.