Storin shrugged, pursed her lips. “As I’ve told you before, I’ve stayed at various B&Bs around the city, to sample the different neighborhood flavors, you could say.”

Clooney said, “Again, Agent Giusti, Ms. Storin told you this. Do you have anything more to say?”

“And there were times you and Dr. Madison traveled to Washington, D.C., together.”

Impatience simmered. Clooney said, “Is that supposed to be a question, Agent?”

Kelly ignored Clooney. “Ms. Storin?”

“As I have told you, Agent, Dr. Madison and I were adults and since he was married, we were discreet. I am very fond of Washington, and we traveled there to enjoy ourselves as often as we could.”

Clooney said, “If you have a new point to make, Agent, spit it out or move along. My client doesn’t remember or simply doesn’t choose to discuss where they stayed. It doesn’t matter.”

Kelly said, “You’re on the record stating you always paid cash.”

“I prefer cash,” Storin said. “Some people do.”

Sherlock picked it up. “Ms. Storin, it appears you neglected to inform your attorney about a lovely property in Washington, D.C., more a picturesque cottage, really, at 743 Black Street NW.”

Sherlock saw it, a flash of fear in Storin’s flat eyes, then calculation. You never thought we’d find that cottage, did you? She waited, but Storin merely shrugged, said nothing.

Sherlock continued. “We ran a computer search of real estate deeds of private homes in your name or either of your ex-husbands’ and of course didn’t find it. However, when we searched further afield, we found a property at 743 Black Street NW, owned by a Mrs. Mary Gilbert. As you very well know, she’s the mother of your first husband, Martin Orloff. The name isn’t the same because she remarried. This first husband, Martin Orloff, was murdered, too, his killer never identified, but that’s not what we’re addressing here today. You no doubt visited that lovely little cottage in Washington with your first husband, and it appears you wanted it.

“After Mr. Orloff was dead and buried, you renewed your relationship with his mother. Mrs. Mary Gilbert was living in a nursing home in Albany, New York, suffering from Alzheimer’s. We know from the facility’s records you spent a lot of time with her before her death last year. You consoled her for the tragic death of her son, long enough for you to manipulate her into turning control of the cottage over to you, or rather to an LLC we traced back to you. The LLC has been making quite a nice profit over these years from the cottage, as a short-term rental, without sharing any of that profit with Mrs. Gilbert, the real owner. That is, when you weren’t there yourself or with a lover, most recently, Dr. Madison.