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figure things out, don’t you?”
    “I do. It helps me think about them, and I like the way you work. I worry about being too cynical. Anyway, back to the motive question.”
    “There’s the question of the estate, but that will only be an issue if she’s heir to a lot of money. And that’s something you can check on fairly quickly. From what she said, I don’t think that she thought he had a lot of money. Another thing, I don’t think she cares about those things.”
    “Support.” said Ray.
    “Well, I helped her pack. We took things out of drawers and off hangers and folded them. She has nice things. They’re all fairly new. Everything is of good quality, but there was nothing really expensive. I don’t think she cares about things that much, and I doubt if she is overly concerned about money. It doesn’t seem that important to her.”
    “How about another man, what if she wanted to get out of this relationship? What if this pilot she mentioned wanted her back?”
    “I don’t think so. First, this was a new relationship, and it seemed to be working. Second,” Sue held up two fingers, “She’s a strong character. She’s able to direct her life. If she suddenly wanted out, she would have walked. Let me turn the tables. What did you think?”
    “I was a bit bothered by her lack of affect. But I agree, it doesn’t look like she had anything to do with the murder.”
    “Doesn’t leave us with much?”
    Ray nodded agreement. “I’ll have you do some checking. We’ll see if Holden has a criminal record or any current legal problems. I’ll check with his lawyer and see if I can get information on his estate. I’ll look through the house again. Tomorrow, I’d like you to do the same. Take a lot of time. I didn’t find anything, but you might see something I missed. And carefully dig that slug out of the wall. We’ll send it to Lansing and see if we can learn anything about the weapon that was used. These kinds of investigations take on a life of their own. Sometimes when things look completely hopeless, you get a big break. We just need to keep plugging away.”

7

    Lisa Alworth, a portable phone tucked in her pocket, carried her lunch—a plate in one hand, a tall glass of ice tea in the other— from the kitchen at the back of the cottage, through the living room, and out to the front porch, turning as she backed through the screen door. The midday sun burned directly above.
    She set the plate and glass on a small rattan table at the side of lounge chair and, before sitting, spread suntan oil on her face and bare arms and legs. She settled on the lounge, glanced at her watch, and picked up the phone. She briefly looked out at the lake and then began keying a number 011-44-…After a few distantsounding clicks, the phone began to ring with the distinctive sound of the English phone system. Beep-beep… beep-beep… beepbeep… beep-beep… beep-beep.
    “77046.”
    “Hello, Mother.”
    “Lisa. How are you?”
    “Fine. I was just about to hang up.”
    “We’ve just got in. I heard the phone ringing as I came
through the door.”
    “Out gallivanting, huh?”
    “Elliott needed some peat for the garden, and I wanted to get some fresh fish for dinner. We went to Port Isaac. Place was jammed. Since the tourist season has arrived, it’s quite impossible to get around. And how are things in your part of the world?”
    “I’m sitting on the front porch. It’s hot, high eighties. The lake level is up a bit this year. We’ve lost about ten feet of beach.”
    “And the cottage, any damage over the winter?”
    “I had some trouble getting the pump started. Jon came over and fixed it. Something electrical. Other than that everything seems to be working.”
    “And how are you?” Lisa could hear concern in her mother’s voice.
    “I’m fine, Mother.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re not lonely?”
    “Not at all. I’ve been playingtennis every morning with Kelly; she’s up with