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out?”
    “Yes, he did. How do you know that?”
    Maddi gave another snort. “Because that’s who he was. The man was a pig.” Maddi quickly glanced out the window again to make sure the girls were still in the pool. “Every time we had dinner parties Vic would always find a reason to come into the kitchen when I was in here alone. Putting his hands all over me, that sort of thing. My husband finally had enough and said no more. The man was not allowed in the house.”
    “That’s what happened with my sister, and she finally had enough and told him to knock it off. But I promise you that she would never kill the man.”
    “Of course she wouldn’t, but hey, more power to her if she did. I just wouldn’t want to see her go to jail for it. The man deserved what he got. Ironic, isn’t it, that he was nailed to death, because that’s what he always said, that he would love to nail me but good. That’s how he put it. He was so crude. I’m sorry for the trouble your sister is in, but she’ll be okay. Trust me, there are lots of people that wanted Victor Sanjari dead. You shouldn’t have any problem finding another suspect. And maybe while you’re trying to find out who killed him you could see if you can find out exactly what happened to my sister.” Maddi’s eyes filled with tears. “Do you think you could do that?”
    I reached over and gently touched Maddi’s hand. “I guess I could try. Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me everything you know?”

 
     
     
Chapter 13
     
     
    I helped Maddi make sandwiches for the girls. She got a bag of cut veggies from the refrigerator and we took everything outside to a table by the pool. Maddi filled glasses with fresh lemonade, and then we returned to the kitchen. Maddi made two more sandwiches for us. Besides both liking iced tea with lime, Maddi seemed to like the good crusty bread that I prefer. She layered it with thin slices of ham then spread a horseradish sauce on the bread, added slices of tomato, avocado, and lettuce, and then cut each in half. She refilled my glass with more tea, added a fresh slice of lime, and then sat next to me at the counter where once again we could keep an eye on the girls.
    “Jenna and I were really close growing up,” Maddi began. “It was just the two of us and our parents. I’m the oldest. We always got along well. When Jenna was in college she met Vic. He was older, but had just moved to the area from Massachusetts, or maybe it was Rhode Island. Anyway, he was taking a couple of courses for his job. We, my parents and I, didn’t care for him very much, but figured it was just a fling and would end after a while.”
    “But it didn’t,” I said, and then took a bite of a carrot stick.
    “No. She was besotted with him. He was nice-looking and slick, if you know what I mean. He wasn’t the most intelligent guy I ever met, but he had street smarts. We came from a nice middle class family in the Hartford area. My dad had a decent job and my mom was home with us, and then took a part-time job at the craft store while we were in school. My mom is a wonderful seamstress and she taught sewing classes in the mornings. She called it our vacation money.” Maddi smiled at the memory. “Vic, on the other hand, came from the other side of the tracks, so to speak. His father always had a hard time holding down a job, and his mother drank and gambled. Still does. The father is dead, but nothing can kill Ruth. She’s like a roach. She’d probably survive a nuclear blast.
    “Anyway, Jenna married Vic and they had Moshi. My parents weren’t happy about that marriage, but what can you do? Vic’s mother didn’t care one way or the other, but his sister, Delilah, was upset that he didn’t marry an Indian woman. What a joke. Vic’s mother is Polish and Portuguese and his father’s father was about a fourth Indian. Whatever Indian blood that Vic had, it’s pretty mixed up with a lot of other stuff. Just look at