"Said he was. Oh, sure. Said he fell off a scaffold, but he was working by himself and it was bull. I got notice of the claim and next thing I knew, he was back in jail, this time on a murder rap. Is that the homicide you mentioned?"

"This was a second murder – a young girl stabbed to death within days of the first. Her body was dumped in Lompoc, which is where he was arrested. You remember when he left your employment?"

"June. How I know is because Myra's and my twentieth-fifth wedding anniversary fell on the fifteenth and he was gone by then."

"How'd he end up in Venice?"

"I heard he got a job in Blythe, doing landscape work – in other words, a grown man cutting grass for minimum wage. He met some sixteen-year-old girl and three weeks later, the two of them got married. He was fired from that job so they moved up to Venice, where he did some painting for a friend."

"Got it."

"That other homicide you mentioned, is he a suspect in that?"

"Let's put it this way. The cops have been taking a long, hard look at him. Unfortunately, at this point, there's no proof he even knew the victim and nothing to link him to the crime itself."

"How'd you end up at my door?"

"A drop cloth at the scene was made by the Diamond Custom Canvas Company in Quorum. I was over there a while ago looking at their tarps when I remembered mention of a painting contractor on his arrest sheet. He listed you as his employer."

"Nah, he was long gone by then. I was all set to fire his butt if he hadn't quit, which I'm sure he knew. Shortly afterward, the project I was working on went belly-up. It was a bad year for me."

"I don't suppose you'd recognize the drop cloth if you saw it again."

"Should. I've used the same ones for years. I buy them in Quorum at the hardware store on Main. You have it with you?"

"I wish I did. It's in the property room at the Santa Teresa County I Sheriff's Department."

"Well, you might have' em check for paint spots. During the time Frankie worked for me, the only exterior color we used was something called Desert Sand. I forget the company – Porter most likely, though it might have been Glidden. Get a match on the paint and it might help tie the tarp to him. I'd be willing to testify."

"Thanks. I'm impressed. You've got a good memory."

"Desert Sand turned out to be a bad luck color. Biggest job I ever bid. At least to that point," he said. "I'd've made thousands if the complex hadn't gone in the tank."

I felt a minor jolt in my chest. "Are you by any chance talking about the Tuley-Belle?"

"How'd you hear about that?"

"Ruel McPhee mentioned it earlier today."