“Something to note,” Decker said. “Although a lot of people use the terms interchangeably.” He motioned his head toward the front of the car. “What about her?”

“She ID’d the bodies,” Marge said. “Including Rolland.”

“So Rolland wasn’t a stranger to her.”

“Apparently not.”

“Press her on it?”

Marge said, “No, the timing wasn’t right. But someone should before we give her Katie.”

“You do it,” Decker said. “She already knows you. And if you get into sensitive areas like who Linda or Carla was screwing, she might respond better to a woman.”

“Fine.” Marge checked her watch. “It’s four-fifteen. You’ve got enough time before your Sabbath starts?”

“About three hours,” Decker said. “After we get Katie squared away, I’m going to phone up Ozzie Crandal, get a feel for the parents and brother Earl.”

“Having worked with Crandal, I think we should talk to the Darcys ourselves,” Marge said.

“Agreed,” Decker said. “But unless Crandal thinks they’re going to bolt, it can wait until after the weekend.”

“I’ll set up something for next week then,” Marge said. “By the way, I talked to a local kiddy shrink. Nice guy, spent an hour talking to me. He said yes, indeed, the kid should be seen. A, for the kid’s sake—who knows what the hell she saw and how she has interpreted it? And B, things could come out that may be useful to us. But then he said since she was only twenty months, we shouldn’t count on anything verbal.”

“Then what kinds of things could come out?”

“Well, he said that if she saw the actual crime take place, a good shrink could get her to recreate her interpretation in something called play therapy—she’d play out the trauma with dolls or toys. If she didn’t play it out, chances are she didn’t witness anything. That in and of itself could be useful to us. Maybe she was sleeping in a crib when it happened. That could put the crime at night or during her nap time. Things like that. Like I said, we spoke for an hour. Anyway, I have his number if Sue Beth is so inclined.”

Decker said, “And where is the woman of the hour?”

Marge said she’d get her. A moment later, they were all standing in the driveway. Marge made all the necessary introductions.

Decker said, “I’m sorry for your tragedy, Mrs. Litton.”