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me up with a friend of her husband’s. His name is Tom and he’s the owner of Outdoor Adventure Gear .”
    “The company that makes those nice field bags and totes?”
    “That’s right, among other things. You know it?”
    “I love it. I have several of their bags and this one here is one of theirs.” I showed Shirley my ever-present cross-body bag that served as my purse.
    “It’s early days right now, and we’re both busy, but we’ve gone out a couple of times and he’s a good guy. I just don’t know how much of my freedom I’m willing to give up. Plus, well, I haven’t been intimate with a man in forever. My boobs are in a totally different hemisphere than they were ten years ago. And what happens if I forget how to do it if and when we ever get to that stage?”
    I laughed. “You’ll remember. You’ll have to keep me informed and I want all the juicy details.”
    Shirley took a sip of her tea and then looked at me. “I can’t believe John could suspect your sister of murder. Especially with a nail gun. Yuk. Sam could kill with her stern look or a quick barb, but not a nail gun.”
    “He’s relegated to the guest room until he comes to his senses. So, did you find out anything about Mr. Sanjari?”
    “I did. The man did inspections for the county and he’s got some marks against him in his file. Don’t ask. I can’t reveal my source. But anyway, this profession seems to be tailor-made for taking bribes, and he’s been accused on more than one occasion of doing just that.”
    “He made suggestions to my sister on the morning before he was killed that he might be able to sign off on her sunroom for something in return. That’s what they were fighting about. Though I’m not sure he was looking for money. I think he was hoping for something else.”
    Shirley shook her head in a disgusted manner. “Good old boys club. A few slaps on the wrists and that seems to be it. He has a nice house, one of those gigantic gas guzzling cars, and a boat. His wife died from a fall, but I guess it was suspicious enough that the Maine police talked to him on several occasions about it. No witnesses. No evidence that he actually pushed her, but considering that she filed for a legal separation several months before she died, I’d take another look at it. That and the fact that there was a half-million-dollar life insurance policy on her. The perfect crime, right?”
    “But they got back together,” I said.
    “Looks that way. No divorce, so maybe they kissed and made up, and then went and took out enormous life insurance policies on each other. Maybe it was a game. Whoever can kill the other one first, gets all.”
    “So where do I start?” I asked.
    “I’d talk with the dead wife’s sister. She was pretty vocal about her suspicions when Jenna Sanjari died. Made several calls to the Maine police, talked to a reporter. Here’s her name and address. I would have texted it to you, but you know, you don’t know how to do that.” Shirley gave me a big smile and I took the paper with a smirk. “I also wrote down the name of some guy named Gary Hachmeister. His name pops up a lot when you do a search on Victor Sanjari. Hachmeister builds custom homes. The big expensive kind. There’s also Mrs. Ruth Sanjari, Victor’s mother. Has a gambling problem. Maybe she thought a large payout from her daughter-in-law’s life insurance policy would help her pay off some of those debts.”
    “Thanks. I really appreciate this. There’s something else I need to ask you and I’m willing to pay for your services, and I also understand if you say no.”
    Shirley leaned back in her chair, holding her tea and playing with the straw. “Okay. What is it?”
    “Sam thinks something’s going on with Michael. He’s away a lot, doesn’t say where he’s been, and yesterday when she was arrested I couldn’t get hold of him. It turns out she was spying on him, or at least trying to, when Vic Sanjari was killed. That’s why she