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  The mention of the rape and shooting didn’t seem to bother her. He wondered if anyone could ever tell when this woman was lying. “Can you think of any connection among Ray Reid, Norma Martin, Sonny Barner, and Tammy?”

  “No, other than the Sonny-Tammy thing.”

  He gave her a confused look.

  “Never mind.”

  “What about them?” He knew she was playing with him.

  “Come on, Chip. All the police know how Tammy sleeps around.”

  He thought that was ridiculous, but he wasn't there to defend Tammy. “Tell me about her and Sonny.”

  “I’m not one to repeat gossip. Let’s just say outside of her apartment is a strange place to park his van overnight.”

  Goddard let the whole Tammy thing go. “Okay, Mrs. Dellin. That’s it for now. We’re trying to punch holes in Reid’s story. If it became necessary, would you be willing to come to my office and make a formal statement?”

  “No, I’ll do no such thing. I think I’ve been more than cooperative but there are limits. I don’t intend to be interrogated further at police headquarters. Unless you can give me one good reason why I should do so.”

  He couldn’t resist. “Well, you slept with the man who killed your ex-husband.” Some would see that as a love triangle and a murder that happened because she went after sex with a stranger. That would be one good reason to lie.

  Chapter 13

  Two hours later on Thursday, after a quick trip home to change into his full sergeant’s uniform, Goddard was across town at Memorial Park, standing stiff as a statue, as expected of an ex-marine-officer. Among the mournful dignitaries at the crowded final ceremony for State Senator Albert Towson, were state and federal politicians, including the governor, a U.S. senator, two U.S. representatives, and a former cabinet member. Other expected familiar faces were present—and one that wasn’t expected.

  Goddard nudged the chief, and now neither was listening to the cleric. They exchanged a quick do-you-see-who-I-see glance. They were looking past the casket at Sonny Barner, alive but looking uncomfortable in his Sunday best. Goddard was relieved, he didn’t need a second murder.

  “Reporters are here,” the chief whispered, “so pick him up without tipping them off.”

  Within the hour, Goddard had changed back into civilian clothes, and was seated across the table from Barner in the interrogation room. Moran and the chief watched through the glass in the adjoining room.

  Barner was a tall, scrawny character who had never quite caught on to the fundamentals of socializing. It didn’t help that his yellowish crooked teeth, big ears, and too-long face made him seem unapproachable. Yet Barner had made it on his own for some fifty years.

  He claimed he didn’t know anyone was looking for him. “Against the law now for a businessman to travel to Vegas?” His finger pulled at the tight collar of his unironed white dress shirt.

  “Business must be good to fly off to Vegas for a few days. You left town in a hurry, didn’t you? Didn’t change your answering machine. No note on the door. What was the rush?”

  “Yeah, the idea just came to me sudden like.”

  “Where’d you stay?”

  “Caesar’s Palace.”

  “Cheaper places than Caesar’s Palace. You a big spender? Where’d you get the money?”

  “I’m a businessman, I have resources.”

  “Does one of your resources shoot bullets?”

  “I know why I’m here. You’re not sure who killed him and you’re fishing around.” Barner leaned back in the chair. “Forget about me.”

  “You own any guns?”

  “Yeah, a couple of pumps. Want to buy one?”

  “Any handguns?”

  He locked his hands behind his head. “No, but I got a Uzi SMG I use to plink tin cans around the backyard.”

  “You’re sort of flip with this, Barner. You’ve done this police routine before haven’t you? You ever do any big time?”

  “You’ve already checked my record, you know I’m clean. I just don’t like to spend time with cops, no offense.” He made a half smirk. “Oh, now I see your problem. You’ve got the wrong sonafabitch in jail!”

  "And you’re sitting there laughing because you know he didn’t do it. When did you make the plane reservation?"

  "Didn’t, just walked up to the counter."

  “Which airport, what time, when did you come back? We're going to check all this, you know.”

  “Oh, what day is it now? Let’s see, left Saturday evening from Orlando, seven o’clock flight, back last night. Back just in time for the funeral.”

  “That’s nice, back for the funeral. You and the senator, pretty close, huh? Funny, word around town is you didn’t like the guy at all.” Goddard made up that one.

  “He was okay.”

  “Maybe you came back for the funeral to be sure he was dead and couldn’t talk. When did you last see him?”

  “That day, the day I left, I did his apartment. Did it and left about three. Now you’re going to be cute and ask if he was alive when I left. Yes, I think he was alive—at least he was talking on the phone.”

  “How did you get into the building?”

  “He buzzed me in. I’m in and out of that building all the time.”

  "Where were you between three and seven, before you left town?"

  "That when he was killed? Got to catch up on the papers. I had a couple other Saturday jobs and then left for the airport."

  “I need the names of those jobs. How many customers do you have in Towson's building?”

  “Let’s see, four regulars, others are call-in’s.”

  “So, any of those people could have buzzed you in.”

  “Yeah, sure could have but didn’t. Towson did.”

  “No, I mean later.” He moved his chair closer. “When you came back later, someone else buzzed you in.”

  “There was no 'came back later', detective.”

  “You must see some valuable stuff laying around in some of those homes. Do customers follow you around while you’re spraying their place, going through their bedrooms and all?”

  “No, they don’t and that’s why I can’t have employees. Can’t trust them alone in people’s houses. Like I told you, Towson was on the phone while I was spraying.”

  “Didn’t you have to wait for him when he had to go find some cash to pay you?”

  “No, I bill him.”

  “I thought you said he paid you in cash."

  "Nice try."

  "Where did you get all the money for Vegas?”

  “Some I have to bill, damn it. Some pay cash. You gonna turn me in to the IRS?”

  “What about Tammy?”

  Barner folded his arms across his chest and crossed his legs. For the first time he turned his look away from Goddard. He didn’t speak.

  “Look at me, Sonny. What about Tammy?”

  Barner cleared his throat. “Miss Jerrold is a good customer.”

  “You ever do her?”

  Barner stared sharply at him.

  “Her apartment—you do her apartment?”

  Barner’s jaw was clinched. He nodded. “Miss Jerrold and I are closer than people think. We’re friends, in a way, she likes me.”

  “Towson was a real lucky bastard to have a young piece like that around whenever he wanted it. You can’t blame her. A girl has to do what a girl has to do. Know what I mean? She didn’t have any choice. That’s what money will do for you. You can take advantage of people, of girls. God knows he was loaded, had more than any one man needed. Well, he won’t be putting his hands on her again.”

  Barner was slowly opening and closing his bony fists. His voice was now noticeably shaky, “She wouldn’t be like that with him. She had to put up with Towson. She’s better off now.”

  “Yes, I understand, Sonny, too good for him. He probably didn’t even appreciate her, like some guys would. Someone did her a big favor. She’s free now. She can spend time with who she really wants. L
ook at me, Sonny, did you think you’d get lucky?”

  Barner was rubbing his hands over his knees and didn’t say anything. The detective kept staring at him. He didn’t answer at first, just sat there frowning as though he was lost.”

  “In Vegas—get lucky? How did you pay for the plane ticket? How did you pay for your room in Vegas? Where’d you get the gambling money? We’re going to find out everything.”

  “You’re trying to confuse me. I didn’t rip him off and I didn’t kill him.”

  “You spotted some money he had around and you knew a rich guy must have plenty more around the place. You left as you said, went home and got your gun. Someone else buzzed you back in. You shot him and beat it out of town at seven. We’re going to put it all together, Sonny. Now’s the time to tell us about it.”

  Barner put his hands in his lap and stared down at the floor. “You twisted it all around. I wasn’t thinking all that and I didn’t shoot him. Can I go?”

  Goddard thought that was enough. He still had some control and didn’t want to force Barner into asking for a lawyer.

  “I want the job tickets on the two jobs you said you did after Towson.”

  “They’re outside in my truck.”

  Goddard walked out with him and stood while Barner searched around and found the job tickets for Saturday.

  Goddard examined the copies. “Here’s the copy for Towson, the next job is around three and the last four-thirty. None are signed by your customers. You could have made these up. Anyway, you’d plenty of time to go back and shoot Towson.”

  “I left after four-thirty, had to drive to Orlando airport, you know. I don’t have no siren.”

  “I need to look through this truck now, Sonny, to be sure you’re in the clear, and then you can go. Okay with you?”

  “Don’t you need a search warrant to do that?”

  “Okay.” Goddard held up the job tickets. “But I need to make copies of these. Can I give them back to you later?”

  Barner nodded and locked the van door.

  “I’ll see you around, Sonny. Don’t start traveling around the country again.”

  The detective went back inside and joined up with Moran and the chief in the hall.

  “Chief, I want a tail on him right now. He’s scared enough now to get rid of the gun. If the gun’s not in his house, it could be in his van, assuming he’s guilty, of course.”

  “We’re shorthanded, Chip. We have to escort all the funeral’s V.I.P.’s out of town.”

  “One man, give me one man. Moran, I need a search warrant for his house and for his van. We’ll keep a tail on him right up to the minute we go in. We can’t let him ditch that gun.”

  Moran smirked. “Dumb bastard.”

  “No, you’re wrong, He’s not dumb. Didn’t you hear his answers? He was sailing right along until I mentioned Tammy Jerrold, then he fell apart.”

  “He’s dumb enough to commit murder.”

  “Is he smart enough to get away with it? That’s the question. I’ve no doubt he could plan it and do it. Not smart for him to run away and call attention to himself though. Remember, Moran, if you ever murder someone don’t run, it’s a dead giveaway.”

  “You sure hit a nerve talking about Tammy. How did you know to push his sex button?”

  Goddard wasn’t about to mention finding the sexy photo purporting to be Tammy in Barner’s house. “He obviously has the hots for Tammy. He turned red when I mentioned her name. That might be enough motive for him to kill Towson. I wanted him to know we’re aware of that motive. That should make him extremely nervous. When the guilty get nervous they make mistakes, such as leaving town and trying to dispose of the weapon. The guy’s emotional. Maybe he’d kill for love. Maybe he shot Towson, and the found money was an unexpected bonus. He’s just committed a crime, gets scared, finds himself with lots of money, and runs off to hide in Vegas.”

  “What about his alibi?”

  “Right now we don’t know if he actually flew anyplace. We’re going to check on his trip details. Otherwise, his alibi’s not bad. He didn’t have much time to go back to Towson’s. And he needed a couple of hours to get to the Orlando airport.”

  “I’ll get you the warrant. It’ll take a little time but you’ll have it today.

  Goddard collected his papers and headed outside to his vehicle. His phone beeped. It was the chief, “Thought you’d like this; we’re tailing Barner, he’s not headed home, he’s headed for the bridge.”

  “Stay close. If he stops on the bridge, move in immediately, don’t let him toss the weapon.”

  After a few minutes, the chief came back on. “He didn’t stop. He drove directly to Loraine Dellin’s house.”

  “You’re kidding. How about that, is he still there?”

  “Just got there. I’ll tell you when he leaves.”

  Goddard swung his unmarked vehicle into traffic and hit the siren. “I’ll try and catch him there, catch them together, see how they explain it. Interesting, he’s going to see Loraine. He ran straight to her. He had on a suit when he left here, so it's not a service call.”

  A minute later the chief was on the phone again, “Well, you missed him. He just pulled away from her house.”

  “Okay, keep on him.” Goddard switched off the siren and slowed. Loraine, Loraine, what are you up to? What’s the connection between an upscale woman who lives on the barrier island and a scraping-to-get-along bug killer? Has to be money.

  Word came from the unit tailing Barner that he was now at his house. Goddard drove there. The officer who had tailed Barner said he’d been inside about ten minutes. Goddard radioed for two blue and whites and went to the door. “Where you been, Sonny?”

  “Don’t have to talk to you anymore.”

  “Is that what Mrs. Dellin told you? Did she also tell you I need a search warrant to come inside?”

  “I knew that.”

  “Why did you just run to Mrs. Dellin? Are you tight with her like you are with Tammy? Why were you over there?”

  “Came back from Vegas broke. She owes me for my services, hasn’t paid in a while. Thought maybe I could collect something.”

  “Did she pay you?”

  “No, cried that she didn’t have it. Told me to bill her. Jesus, what’s she think I’ve been doing for the last three months? Like I don’t need the money and the rich bitch does.”

  “We’re going to search your house and your van, Sonny. A search warrant is on the way and you’ll get a copy. You can give us permission to start the search right now and get these police vehicles away from your house sooner, or we can sit here waiting until more police vehicles with lights flashing bring us the warrant.”

  Barner nodded to go ahead. For the next hour, Goddard and the uniformed officers searched the house and the van. The only weapons found in the house were two hunting knives and the two old shotguns resting in plain sight in an unlocked closet. In the van, hidden on a tool rack, they found a sawed-off 20-gauge with the standard wooden stock replaced by a custom pistol grip. Ominous but they measured it, and it was legal. Goddard told them to bag it anyway; he wanted Barner’s prints.

  He noticed the old newspaper clipping with Senator Towson crossed out was no longer stuck on the refrigerator. In the bedroom, the erotic photo purporting to be Tammy Jerrold wasn’t in sight. He’d have loved to shuffle through stacks of paper and boot up the computer, but the search warrant covered only weapons. Goddard called off the search and left with no evidence.

  He wondered if Barner was sexually involved with Tammy Jerrold. Sexual selection is full of surprises. The Barner-in-love-with-Tammy part wasn’t surprising, but Goddard couldn’t visualize her reciprocating, or extending the triangle to include Towson. But there’s no accounting for love. Just consider the men some women end up with, and vice versa.

  Perhaps Tammy saw something in Barner that escaped the eye. Perhaps she did indeed pose for him. She definitely turns him on. How far would he go to get her out of Towson’s clutches
? Would that be enough for him to murder? Oh, yes, absolutely. Sex is a magic word. Just say the word and men will turn red and start stammering—some will reach for a gun.

  Chapter 14

  “How’s a dull looking dude like you attract way cool babes like that?” It was just after noon on Thursday, five days after the murder, and Beau Cobb, the bail bondsman, was talking to Ray through the bars. “My cop buddy told me you had two wicked girls in the visiting room at the same time. Said they weren’t total mad ten hotties, but he wouldn’t kick either one of them out of bed.”

  “Kicks a lot of them out, does he? One is my sister, just so you know before you carry on with your fantasies.”

  “Which, the one with the rockin’ body, or the stylin’ one? The stylin’ one came back today. Hey, guess you know they’re going to transfer you out to county jail today.”

  “County jail? I thought they’d keep me here until the trial.”

  “No, this city jail is like the holding tank. You got locked up last Saturday; you’re long overdue for transfer to CJ. I don’t like to go out there, that’s a serious place, you know. Bunch of stinking cave men in crowded rooms with not much supervision.”

  Going from this place to some place worse had never occurred to Ray. This terrible place suddenly felt good. The liberal visiting hours here at city jail let his spirit escape. It had made all the difference. All that was ending?

  “Here you’re sitting around drinking coffee and socializing with city police; out there you’re facing what they call Correctional Officers who never loosen the grip on their billy clubs.”

  “Do you have attorney Jerry Kagan in your directory, Beau? Call him for me, please. I’ll pay you.”

  Beau smiled, punched up the number and, after a quick look down the hall at the officer reading a newspaper, passed his phone to Ray.

  Kagan got on line and explained city jail was temporary to be near the courthouse for proceedings. Transfer out to the county was routine after a couple of days. He would talk to the judge about a delay.

  Beau left. A few minutes later, when the jailer appeared and snapped the cuffs on, Ray assumed that was it, the escort out to county jail. But they headed for the visiting room. This time he remembered her name.