can I go home now?â
âIâm sorry, Marcy,â I said. âThe cops are gonna want to talk to you.â
She hugged herself, as if she was cold. Jack came into the room.
âCops are on the way,â he said.
âI locked the bathroom door.â I showed him the key, then put it in Marcyâs top drawer. âWhy donât you stay here with Marcy?â
âWhere are you goinâ?â
âI want to check on something.â
I left the office and walked down the hall to Entratterâs. When I got to Helenâs desk I opened her top drawer â the same one Marcia used for her key. There was no key there. I sat at the desk and opened the drawer to the right. Still nothing.
How had she gotten into the bathroom without the key?
I was still thinking about that when two uniformed police arrived.
ELEVEN
T he policemen took a look at the scene, asked a few questions and then called for the detectives. I knew when the call came in, and they saw the address, who would take the call.
Hargrove.
âWell, well,â Detective Hargrove said, as he entered Jackâs office. âLittle trouble at the Sands?â
âIf you call the death of an innocent woman âa little troubleâ, detective,â Entratter said.
Hargrove looked at me.
âWhatâs your involvement, Eddie?â
âI just happened to be in the neighborhood.â
Behind Hargrove came his partner, Martin. He looked unhappy, probably because he was still partnered with Hargrove.
âWell,â Hargrove said, âwe better take a look at the scene.â
âIâll take youââ Entratter said, starting to get up.
âNo,â Hargrove interrupted. âI want Eddie to show us.â
âWhy?â Jack asked.
Hargrove smiled and said, âBecause Iâm in charge, Mr Entratter.â
âItâs OK, Jack,â I said, standing up. âIâll show him.â
We left Jackâs office and I stopped at Helenâs desk.
âWhat are you doing?â Hargrove asked.
âWeâll need this,â I said, opening the drawer and taking out the key. âI locked the bathroom so nobody else would go in.â
As we walked down the hall, he asked, âWho found the body?â
âOne of the girls who works here. Sheâs down the hall at her desk with one of your cops.â The other uniform was standing in front of the bathroom door.
âDetective,â he said. âWe had him ââ he nodded to me ââ lock the door again after we took a look.â
âThatâs fine,â Hargrove said. âOpen it, Eddie.â
I unlocked it, went to open the door, but Hargrove grabbed my arm.
âThatâs good enough. You can go back to your boss. Weâll be along after weâre done.â
âThereâs something you should knowââ
âThereâs a lot we should know,â Hargrove said, âand weâll find it all out, donât you worry. Now run along.â
I handed him the key and said, âSuit yourself.â
As I re-entered Jackâs office he asked. âWhat are they doinâ?â
âTaking a look.â I sat down again.
âI knew somethinâ was wrong with her,â he said, shaking his head, âbut not this.â
âNot what, Jack?â
âSuicide?â He shook his head again. âWhy didnât she talk to me first?â
âDid you and she talk a lot about your private lives?â I asked
âNo,â he said, ânot at all.â
âThen why would she confide in you?â I said, âI donât think it matters much, anyway.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât think she killed herself.â
âWhat are you talkinâ about?â
âHer bathroom key was still in her desk,â I said. âI used it to lock the door after we found her.â
âThen how did she get