A Is for Alibi by Sue Grafton Read Free Book Online

distress the kids if I talked to them?”

    Gwen was startled at that, the first time she'd seemed disconcerted by anything. "About their father?”

    "I may have to at some point," I said. "I wouldn't like to do it without your knowledge, but it might really help.”

    "I suppose it would be all right," she said, but her tone was full of misgivings.

    "We can talk about it later. It may not be necessary at all.”

    "Oh. Well. I don't see how it could hurt. I must say, I don't really understand why you're into this business again.”

    "To see if justice was done, I guess," I said. "It sounds melodramatic, but that's what it amounts to.”

    "Justice to whom. Laurence or Nikki?”

    "Maybe you should tell me what you think. I'm assuming there was no love lost between you and them, but do you think he got his 'just deserts'?”

    "Sure, why not? I don't know about her. I figure she had a fair trial and if that's the way it came out, well she must have done it. But there were times I'd have done it myself if I had thought of some way.”

    "So if she killed him, you wouldn't blame her?”

    "Me and half a dozen others. Laurence alienated a lot of people," she said carelessly. "We could have formed a club and sent out a monthly newsletter. I still run into people who sidle up to me and say 'Thank god he's dead.' Literally. Out of the comer of their mouths." Gwen laughed again. "I'm sorry if that sounds irreverent but he was not a nice man.

    "But who in particular?”

    She put her hand on her hip and gave me a jaded look. "If you got an hour, I'll give you a list," she said.

    I laughed then. Her humor seemed irrepressible or maybe she was only feeling ill at ease. Talking to a private eye is often unnerving to people,
    Gwen put Wuffles in an empty cage and then went into the other room and led out a big English sheepdog. She lifted its front feet first, placing them on the table, and then she heaved its hind legs up while the dog whined uneasily.

    "Oh come on, Duke," she snapped. "This one is such a sissy.”

    "Do you think we could talk again soon?" I asked.

    "Sure, I'd like that. I close up here at six. If you're free then, we can have a drink. By the end of the day, I'm ready for one.”

    "Me too. I'll see you then," I said.

    I hopped down off my stool and let myself out. When the door closed, she was already chatting with the dog. I wondered what else she knew and how much of it she was willing to share. I also hoped to hell I could look that good in another ten years.

CHAPTER 6

    I stopped off at a pay phone and gave Nikki a call. She picked up on the third ring.

    "Nikki? This is Kinsey. I have a request. Is there any way I can get into the house where you and Laurence lived?”

    "Sure. I still own it. I'm just leaving to drive up to Monterey to bring Colin back but it's en route. I can meet you there if you like.”

    She gave me the address and said she'd be there in fifteen minutes or so. I hung up and headed for my car. I wasn't sure what I was after but I wanted to walk through the place, to get a feel for what it was like, living as they lived. The house was in Montebello, a section of town where there are rumored to be more millionaires per square mile than in any other part of the country. Most of the houses are not even visible from the road. Occasionally you can catch a glimpse of a tiled roof hidden away in tangles of olive trees and live oak. Many parcels of land are bordered by winding walls of hand-hewn stone overgrown with wild roses and nasturtiums. Towering eucalyptus trees line the roads, with intermittent palms looking like Spanish exclamation points.

    The Fifes' house was on the comer of two lanes, shielded from view by ten-foot hedges that parted at one point to admit a narrow brick driveway. The house was substantial: two stories of putty-colored stucco with white trim. The facade was plain and there was a portico to one side. The surrounding land was equally plain except for patches of