Marcus saved that to follow up on later.He was still leaning to this being an inside job.“I know this is a long shot, but would you be able to write down the names of the guests and staff last night?I know you said they all left before you did, but it’s possible someone could have come back.”
“Oh, they keep a list.Well, kept a list.”
“Who, the Carltons?”
“Yeah.They kept records of all of their guests.I assumed for legal purposes.”
More likely for blackmail purposes.“Where might I find this list?”
“On their computer.They kept the files there.”
He nodded, then got to his feet.“Wonderful, Yeni.Thank you for your time.”He handed her a business card.“If you think of anything else, please give me a call, all right?”
She took the card and deposited it into her purse.“They weren’t bad people,” she told Marcus.“They liked to be freaky, but they didn’t deserve what happened to them.”
“Most people don’t,” Marcus agreed.
He walked back to the house, leaving Yeni in the care of the sheriff’s officers.The first tendrils of understanding were sinking into his framework for the case.This could be Cox making another indirect appearance, but Marcus was betting that the person behind this was more disgruntled than disciple.Either the Carltons had prevented his fun or threatened to expose it.
The killer had buried his true motive beneath a generous veneer of religion, but Marcus had a feeling it was far more mundane.
