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Evelyn sat back down in the chair. “But what does this have to do with Jane Delray? And why would Bennett lie about the ID? What does he gain from Lucy being dead? Oh!” She excitedly jabbed the pen in the air. “Insurance. I was looking at it from the wrong angle. Of course there’s no policy on Lucy. Bennett told us himself—his father’s dead, the mother’s just as good as, which leaves the estate and whatever policies the parents have to the children.” She sat up in the chair. “Maybe Bennett wanted to see Lucy in order to get her to sign away her claim to the estate. That happened with one of Bill’s clients last year. The old man was batty as a fruitcake. His children got him to sign away every last dime.”
“Hank Bennett certainly strikes me as an opportunist.”
“And besides, what would be the alternative?” Evelyn asked. “That Bennett killed Jane Delray? We saw him two days ago. His hands were perfectly clean. No cuts or bruises, which is exactly what you’d get if you attacked somebody.”
Amanda remembered the skin under Jane Delray’s fingernails. “She scratched her assailant. You would think he’d have a mark on the back of his hands or his neck or face.”
“Unless she scratched his arm. His chest. He was wearing a three-piece suit. Who knows what was under there?” Evelyn blew out a puff of air. “I don’t see Hank Bennett strangling a prostitute to death, then throwing her off the roof of Techwood Homes. Do you?”
Amanda didn’t know what the man was capable of. “I just get a bad feeling about him.”
“Me, too.”
They both stared at the wall. Amanda let her gaze wander, picking up different names out of order. She said, “Juice told me that Kitty was renting out her apartment to the other girls.”
“I guess she gets that entrepreneurial spirit from her father.”
“The next logical step would be to interrogate Andrew Treadwell and Hank Bennett.”
“Or, we could flap our hands and fly to the moon.”
“We should go back to Trey Callahan at the Union Mission. Juice said that he’s friends with the guy who runs the soup kitchen.”
Evelyn’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Is it just me, or does everyone lie to us?”
“They lie to the men, too. No one tells you the truth if you have a badge.”
“Well, I suppose we should tell Betty Friedan we’ve finally achieved some parity.”
Amanda smiled.
“We should talk to the soup kitchen guy, too.”
“We still don’t know who Butch’s CI is. Someone at Techwood identified Jane Delray as Lucy Bennett.”
Evelyn took a clean sheet of paper out of her desk drawer. “Okay, first thing tomorrow: Union Mission, then the soup kitchen, then Techwood to show around the photographs of the girls. Do you think we could sneak a picture of Hank Bennett?” She tapped her pen on the desk. “I know a gal over at the driver’s license bureau. I bet we can get his photograph that way.”
Amanda looked at her friend. She was showing the same mixture of excitement and purpose that Amanda had felt all week. Something about working this case made them forget the danger involved. She said, “Two people warned me off this today.”
“Landry?”
“Three, then. Holly Scott and Deena Coolidge. They both told me that I was crazy to be doing this.”
Evelyn chewed her lip. She didn’t have to say that the women were right.
Amanda asked, “Are we really going to keep doing this?”
Evelyn stared back at her rather than respond. They both knew that they should stop. They both knew what was on the line. Not just their jobs. Their lives. Their futures. If they were fired from the police force, no one else would hire them. They would be pariahs.
“Girls!” Bill Mitchell called. “Supper’s on.”
Evelyn stood up. She squeezed Amanda’s hand. “Pretend it’s wonderful, whatever it is.”
Amanda didn’t know whether Evelyn was referring to Bill’s supper or the mess they were getting themselves into. Either way, she couldn’t help but feel admiration as she followed the other woman into the hallway. Evelyn was either the most upbeat person the world had ever offered or the most delusional.
“Ladies.” Kenny was standing beside the hi-fi with a record in his hands. “What’s your pleasure?”
Evelyn smiled back at Amanda as she headed toward the kitchen, leaving her to answer the question.
Kenny suggested, “Skynyrd? Allman Brothers? Clapton?”
Amanda figured she might as well get this out of the way. “I’m sorry to say I’m more Sinatra.”
“Do you know that I saw him at Madison Square Garden last year?” Kenny smiled at her surprise. “I flew up to New York just to see the show. I was three rows back. He came into the ring like a champ and belted on for hours.” Kenny thumbed through the record collection. “Here you go. I let Bill borrow this six months ago. I doubt he’s even looked at it.” Kenny showed her the record sleeve. The Main Event—Live.
Bill called, “Dinner’s getting cold.”
Amanda waited for Kenny to put on the record. The overture played softly through the speakers. Kenny held out his arm and escorted her to the dining room. Evelyn was sitting in her husband’s lap. He patted her bottom. She kissed him before getting up. “Amanda, the wine is lovely.” She took a hefty sip from her glass. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I’m glad it’s palatable. I had a feeling the man at the store was misleading me.”
“I’m sure you’re an excellent sommelier.” Kenny pulled out a chair. Amanda sat down, letting her purse slide to the floor. Kenny’s hand brushed across her shoulder before he sat down opposite his brother.
Amanda held her wineglass to her mouth as she exhaled a breath of air between her lips.
Bill asked, “What were you two gals up to? Should I be worried you’re going to wallpaper the house with construction paper?”
“Maybe.” Evelyn raised an eyebrow as she took another sip of wine. “We’ve got this case that’s probably going to get us both fired.”
“More time with my gal,” Bill exclaimed. He hardly seemed worried as he stabbed a dry-looking piece of roast and put it on her plate. “Have you been mouthing off or making trouble?” He forked another piece of roast for Amanda. “Or both?”
Evelyn said, “We’re likely going to get a black man out of jail.”
Kenny laughed. “Making friends wherever you go.”
“No kidding.” Evelyn finished her glass of wine. “This particular fella is called Juice.”
“Like the football player?” Bill topped off Amanda’s glass, then refilled Evelyn’s. “Rushed for seventeen hundred yards in ’68.”
“Seventeen hundred nine,” Kenny corrected. “Ran 171 against Ohio State in the Rose Bowl.”
“To football.” Bill raised his glass.
“Hear, hear.” Kenny followed suit. They clinked their glasses in a toast. Amanda felt a warmth spread through her body. She hadn’t realized how tense she was until the wine made her relax.
Evelyn said, “The non-football Juice seems to have a crush on Amanda.” She winked across the table. “Says she’s a fine-lookin’ woman.”
