Corey sighed. “I don’t see why it’s relevant but fine. We found ourselves disagreeing at times about what the business was worth. In case we ever decided to retire and sell and split the proceeds. Which we didn’t. But we were both i-dotters and t-crossers. A trait we shared, that’s one reason why we’ve been so damn successful. But now? Oh God, now I probably will have to fold my tents. Just as the economy is ticking upward, isn’t that ironic? I mean everything was looking up, Ursula and I were planning to have our best year. Now? Goddamn, what the hell happened?”

“Can you think of anyone who’d want to hurt Ms. Corey?”

“Absolutely not—so those two gave you a basic history, huh? Fellinger and Cohen.”

“Actually, Mr. Fellinger did. Mr. Cohen protected your confidentiality.”

“Bully for him,” said Corey, voice grown ragged. “Did they also inform you they slept with Ursula?”

Milo blinked. “Sir?”

“Fellinger did for sure. I can’t prove Earl but I’d put money on it. Nowadays even mummies have access to Viagra.”

“You’re saying you believe—”

“I don’t believe, I know.” Corey let out a bizarre giggle. “Ursula made no attempt to hide what she did. A couple of years ago, during one of our go-rounds—in Fellinger’s office, as a matter of fact—I picked up a vibe. Fellinger sitting too close to Ursula. Looking at her in a personal way. When I asked Ursula about it, she came right out and admitted it. I made some snarky comment about Fellinger giving her a discount and she pretended to be offended, made like she was going to slap me. Then she cracked up and we had a good laugh. She said nude he looked like a monkey.”

“But she—”

“Yes, she did, guys. Came right out and said it, that was Ursula. Independent. Not when we were married. At least I don’t think so. But afterward? It was like she was making up for lost time.”

“It didn’t bother you?”

“Did I say that? Sure it bothered me, I loved her. And the image of her with that ape—not exactly pretty but what could I do? And frankly the fact that Ursula was so open about her behavior kind of … reduced it. Trivialized it.”

I said, “The fact that it meant nothing to her emotionally.”

“Exactly,” said Corey.

“And you think she also might’ve slept with Earl Cohen?”

“The old scrotum? She never said but, again, I was pretty attuned to Ursula’s nonverbals and one time we were in Earl’s office, he’s my lawyer but I’m getting the distinct vibe he’d rather be Ursula’s lawyer. After we left, I made a crack about that but she just laughed. Still … my bet is she was aggressively promiscuous after the divorce.”

“Are you aware of anyone else—”