Decker said, “A million per kid?”

“Right on the nailhead.”

Marge said, “So now we have six suspects. Christ, maybe they were all in it together.”

Decker said, “How long has Sparks carried the policy, Farrell?”

“He took it out five years ago.”

“So if the kids popped him, why did they wait so long?”

“Biding their time,” Oliver said. “Looks more natural that way.”

Martinez said, “We should rank them in order of who’s most suspicious. Lowest would be the priest. Not because he’s a priest, just because he has money in the bank.”

“Agreed,” Gaynor said. “Next on the list would be the two kids at home. Neither have any debt or expenses. Then the older sister, Eva. Her clothes shopping alone accounts for five grand a month—”

Marge said, “I thought she owns clothing stores.”

“Yeah, but according to her credit cards, she buys the good stuff—Chanel, Armani, Christian Lacroix, Cesucci, Yves St.-Laurent, Hermès, Gucci—”

“Criminy,” Marge said. “And to think I feel guilty every time I go to Mervyn’s.”

“Are they in deep debt?” Decker asked.

“No. But with the second co-owned with Daddy, they have no room for flexibility.”

“Finally, we conclude with Paul,” Decker said. “Okay, that takes care of the family.”

“Except Mom,” Marge pointed out.

“Very good,” Decker said.

Gaynor said, “Yes, the widow is now a wealthy woman.”

“Did you meet her, Pete…er, Loo?” Marge asked.

“Miss Dolly.” Decker smiled. “No, I didn’t meet her. She was fatigued, whisked away before I had a chance to talk to her. I’ll try to arrange something tomorrow morning. Let’s move away from the family for a moment.”

Gaynor said, “Even though the financial aspect of this case does focus attention on the kids.”

“Yes, it does,” Decker admitted. “But let’s not get tunnel vision. Farrell, did you find out any information about Sparks’s financial arrangement with Fisher/Tyne?”

Gaynor shook his head. “Nothing. It’s one thing to dig up bank accounts, pension beneficiary papers, credit card slips, and tax statements. It’s another to unveil personal business contracts.”

Decker looked at Marge. “Speaking of which, Decameron said for you to call him. He’s willing to meet with you and Scotty tomorrow for lunch. He’s going to bring you the Fisher/Tyne-FDA data.”

“He has the numbers?” Oliver asked.

“He thinks he knows where Azor kept them and he’s willing to share.” Decker wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “He thinks Gordon Shockley is a toad.”

Oliver dabbed sweat from his brow. “You know, the more I know Reggie, the better I like him.”

To Webster and Martinez, Decker said, “I got a fun assignment for you two.”

“What’s that?”