Chapters (23)
"As I understand it, Guy had hit the road by then. Jack felt betrayed. He was crushed that Guy'd left without him so maybe he turned to Patty for consolation. At that point, she must have needed comfort as much as he did."
Trasatti kept his face expressionless, his laced together on the desk. "You're never going to get me to say anything about this."
"Jack could have forged the letters. You two were buddies. Your father was an appraiser. You could have cooked up the scheme yourself and showed Jack how to do it."
"I'm finding this offensive. It's pure speculation. It doesn't mean a thing."
I let that one slide, though what he said was true. "Everything was cool until Guy came home again."
"What difference would that make?"
"In the old days, Guy took the blame for everybody's sins, so it just stands to reason everyone felt safe until he showed up again."
"I'm not following."
"Maybe the motive for Guy's murder was never money," I said. "Maybe Jack was just trying to protect himself."
"From what? I don't get it. There's really nothing at stake. The theft was eighteen years ago. The statute of limitations has run out. There's no crime on the books. Even if your guess is correct, Jack's the one, who ends up with his ass in a sling. You said you were here to help, but it's blowing right back on him."
"You know what? Here's the truth. I don't really give a shit what blows back on him. If he's guilty, so be it. That isn't my concern."
"Well, that's nice. You want me to pick up the phone and call Lonnie Kingman? He's going to love your attitude and so will Jack. As far as I know, he's the one paying your bills."
"You go right ahead. Lonnie can always fire me if he doesn't like what I'm doing."
Chapter 20
Chapter 20
I stopped at a pay phone and put a call through to Lonnie, who had the good grace to laugh when he heard my account of the conversation with Paul Trasatti. "Forget it. The guy's a prick. He was just on the phone to me, whining and complaining about harassment. What a jerk."
"Why's he so worried about Jack?"
"Forget Jack for now. I'll take care of him. You better go talk to Bennet; I couldn't get to him. According to the grapevine, he's talking to an attorney in case the hairy eyeball of the law falls on him next. He's still got no alibi, as far as I've heard."
"Well, that's interesting."