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moment,” he said. “Just a few more questions, Ms. Kelly? In fact, if your husband wants to be present-”
    “I get the picture,” Mary said. “I’ll go into the kitchen.”
    He thanked her and stood as she rose to leave the room. She laughed and made some remark about courtly manners, then shut the door between the two rooms.
    Frank, I could see, was still wary.
    “Now, where were we?” McCain said, flipping though his notes. “Oh, yes. Well, let’s skip the family history for the moment.”
    He flipped back a few pages in his notebook and said, “You drive a Karmann Ghia convertible?”
    So he had run a DMV check on me. And Briana was killed in a hit-and-run accident. Didn’t take a genius to figure out where this was headed. “Yes, I drive a Karmann Ghia. It’s at home in our driveway, without any damage to the front end.”
    He smiled again. Now Frank was smiling, too.
    “He’s probably got someone over at the house, taking a look at it right now,” Frank said.
    He nodded. “And I had a look at the Volvo on the way in. But neither of your cars matches the description witnesses gave of the vehicle that struck your aunt, Ms. Kelly.”
    “Which was?”
    “Sorry, I’d prefer not to say. It’s an open case, Ms. Kelly, and for the moment we have all the detectives we need on it.”
    Polite or no, the guy was starting to irritate me.
    “Do you remember what you were doing the morning of Wednesday the eighteenth?” he asked. “That’s two weeks ago.”
    “Working. I work for the
Las Piernas News-Express.”
    “You were in the office?”
    “Yes. Most weeks, on Tuesday nights, I cover the city council meetings. I turn in what I can on Tuesday night, but if the meeting goes later than my final deadline or some item needs a follow-up, I write about it on Wednesday.”
    “And you’re certain you were writing about the city council meeting on that Wednesday morning?”
    “Yes. Two weeks ago they took the final vote on the sale of some park land. It was hotly debated. The meeting ran late.”
    “You don’t get to sleep in on Wednesdays after covering evening meetings?”
    “Sometimes. I’ve worked at the paper for a number of years, so I’m not punching a clock. In general, I get to decide how I use my time- provided I meet my deadlines. As long as I continue to produce my stories on time, no one will hassle me much. But that day I needed to contact some sources I can only reach during business hours, so I showed up at about eight that morning. Lots of people can verify that.”
    “What brings Irene into this?” Frank asked again. “For more than twenty years, she’s had no contact with this aunt. She didn’t even learn that Briana Maguire had died until a little more than an hour ago.”
    McCain seemed surprised. “Your aunt Mary didn’t tell you before today?”
    “No.”
    “Ms. Kelly, what are your expectations of Ms. Maguire’s estate?”
    “Expectations?” I asked, taken aback. “From Briana? Why, absolutely none.”
    “But you were a favorite niece, weren’t you?”
    “Look, about two dozen years have gone by since I last saw her. There was a family quarrel, even before her other troubles started.”
    “Other troubles?”
    “You undoubtedly know which ones I mean.”
    He paused, then said, “Yes, your aunt Mary has been very helpful. Ms. Kelly, several times your husband has asked me what brings you into this matter. Are you aware that your aunt left a will?”
    “No. As I said-”
    “Yes, yes. But she did leave a will, Ms. Kelly. A holographic will. You know what that means?”
    “A will written entirely in her handwriting,” I said.
    “Yes. We found it today, among the papers in her apartment.”
    “She died two weeks ago and you just searched her apartment today?”
    “Keep in mind that we didn’t know who she was until a few days ago, Ms. Kelly. Our first concern was to find someone who could provide positive identification of the victim and claim her body,