“He was acting strange enough that I started to worry myself. I woke up one night, and I could feel that he was awake. When I opened one eye, I could see in the moonlight that he was staring at me. I started to think he might hurt me.”

“During the search today, I mentioned that Mr. Andorra may have had a girlfriend,” Virgil said. “Is there any possibility that he knew about Mr. Andorra before I mentioned it?”

She hesitated, then said, “I used to go out to Glen’s to shoot my bow. So did Davy, but we usually went separately, after work. That’s how me and Glen got together. He’d laid out this 3D range along the creek, and I’d walk up the creek toward his house. I was coming back one day when Davy rolled in and he saw me coming down the creek. I told him I’d been shooting on the 3D range, and he said, ‘Then how come you’re on this side of the creek?’—I was on the wrong side for shooting—and I told him something. But, I don’t know, he might have suspected.”

“If your husband shot these people, you could be in danger yourself,” Virgil said. “Somebody murdered four people in cold blood, and there’s a lot of evidence against Davy. We were hoping you might help us out by wearing a wire . . . A wire is . . .”

“I know what a wire is,” Apel said. “It seems like I’d be a traitor. We’re still married.”

“It’s for your own safety,” Jenkins said.

She gave him the stink eye again and turned back to Virgil. “But if he’s innocent, it could help get him off the hook, right? I mean, other people do have the keys to the Quonset.”

“If he’s innocent, he’s innocent,” Virgil said. “We don’t want to send an innocent man to jail.”

She looked at Virgil and nibbled on her lower lip, then said, “Okay. I’ll do it . . . When?”

“When do you think he’ll be back?”

“I imagine sometime tomorrow. He took work clothes with him only for tomorrow, and he’s too cheap to buy new.”

“Then when he gets home, make an excuse to leave, call us, and we’ll wire you up. It takes two minutes.”

“We can meet at Trudy’s Hi-Life,” Apel said. “I’ve got a few things I want to say to Trudy anyway.”

—

Though the afternoon was shading into evening, Virgil got on the phone to his nominal boss, Jon Duncan, at home. “I need some more support. I need another warrant and I need another guy,” he said. “Get them to me, and we could finish this tomorrow.”

He explained further, and Duncan said, “I’ll have him down there by noon, no later than. He’ll bring the warrant with him.”