Ten minutes later, as he dialed Rena, A.L. couldn’t seem to get those words out of his head. Don’t be fooled. There’s more to Leah than you’ll first think. When Rena answered, he repeated them to her. “What the hell do you make of that?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Melissa Wayne said we should be looking harder at the parents, that Alice had told her stuff. I sort of shoved that aside at the time because I was having a hard time getting my head around the fact that Alice Quest lied both about knowing Dover and also knowing anything about Corrine Antler. Why would she do that?”

“I think we’ve got a couple things to talk to Alice about. I’ll meet you at her house.”

“Are we going to call first?” Rena asked.

“Hell, no. We’re done being polite.”

“She wants us to talk to her attorney.”

“She can call her and have her join us. I don’t mind,” A.L. said.

Twenty minutes later, when he and Rena stood in Alice’s foyer, he told her the same thing. “You’re not under arrest, Alice. We’re just asking questions, trying to clarify information. But if you want your lawyer here, by all means, call her up.”

“It’s late on a Saturday afternoon. I’m sure she’s not in the office.”

“You don’t have her home number?” A.L. asked. “If not, if it’s any kind of law firm, I’m sure they have somebody on call, just for this sort of emergency.”

Alice stared at A.L. “I may regret this but I really don’t think you’re the enemy. Let’s sit in the family room.”

Rena sat and didn’t waste any time. “Why did you lie about knowing Dover, Wisconsin? Your sister lives there. You’ve visited there multiple times.”

“I don’t know why I lied. You said you’d been to Dover—it caught me off guard, and suddenly, I didn’t want there to be anything that tied me to the area or to Corrine Antler. I swear to you, I didn’t even think of Corrine Antler until I called my sister on Thursday to tell her what had happened. I didn’t want her to hear it on the news. She was the one who reminded me about Corrine.”

“Wasn’t there discussion at your sister’s Fourth of July party about the Corrine Antler Foundation?” Rena asked.

“If there was, I wasn’t paying attention. I spent the night at my sister’s so I wasn’t driving. As a result, I was hitting the margaritas pretty hard.”

“Still, once your sister reminds you, you don’t think that you should have picked up the phone and called us? You had no way of knowing that we were going to stumble upon the connection,” A.L. said.