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Nedra?’ “
    Shelley laughed. “You’re getting better and better, Jane.“
    “You’re my role model. Shelley, what’s your take on this? Who would actually kill the man?“
    “I haven’t got any idea. I know it wasn’t me and I’m fairly sure it wasn’t you,“ she added with a grin. “Jane, are you absolutely certain you didn’t hear any voices while you were in that bathroom?“
    “Oh, a sort of general rumble. There were so many people around. And I could hear somebody talking outside. You remember, people were wandering all over the building and grounds. And I don’t often pee with my ear pressed up against the nearest wall. The first unusual thing I heard was the crash of the rack and even that was pretty muffled. I thought somebody had just dropped something heavy. Like a tray of dishes. Except there wasn’t that clinking sound dishes would make. Just a couple thumps—I guess that was the hams—and then almost instantly, the big thump.“
    “If you were right there, why didn’t you open the door and see who came out of the room?“
    “In the first place, I had no idea it was all that important. Secondly, I had soap all over my hands. I had to rinse them, then took a few seconds looking around for the towel rack. By the time I opened the bathroom door, there were people all over the hallway. All running toward the room. I tried to ooze past, but got caught in the crush and pushed into the storage area. And got myself back out as quickly as I could.“
    “Who else was in the room then?”
    Jane shrugged. “I have no idea. I just saw the rack and the hams all over the floor and Robert Stonecipher in the middle of it. Sort of under the rack. But I could see his head and with that distinctive hair, I didn’t even have to wonder who it was. Wait. Sarah Baker must have been in the room and back out before I even got there because somehow she stumbled into me, crying and saying that he was dead. Not he by name, understand. I was horrified that she meant Conrad.”
    As she spoke, Meow leaped onto the top of the fence that separated the back of her yard from the field behind. There was something that looked like a limp twig in her mouth. “Katie,“ Jane yelled. “Make sure the kitchen door’s closed. Meow has a garter snake.”
    There was a dramatic shriek and the slam of a door.
    “Bloodthirsty things, cats,“ Shelley said with a shudder. “Speaking of blood—was there a lot?“
    “I don’t think there was any.”
    Jane got up and went toward Meow, still perched on the fence. She waved her arms, and the cat jumped back onto the field side. “I used to try to save the snakes,“ Jane said as she returned to the patio table. “But then I realized that the more snakes Meow kills, the fewer my chances are of ever finding one in my washing machine again.“
    “I thought I was going to have to get out the sewing machine and whip up a straightjacket for you the time that happened,“ Shelley said.
    “Shelley, I’ve got to go in a minute, but the reason I asked who you think killed him is this: when Mel said the guy’s wife and business partner were both there and knowing that his secretary was there, too, it made me start thinking. Aren’t there all kinds of statistics that murder victims are usually killed by somebody they know really well? And who knows somebody better—“
    “—than his wife, partner, and secretary,“ Shelley filled in. “Still, most people aren’t as heartily disliked as he was by so many other people. And while you and I might not think a fight over a zoning problem or the finances of a divorce are motives, it’s probably because we haven’t been the target of them. Imagine if he was threatening your very livelihood, or your children’s future. Think how you’d feel if he’d taken all your money and you couldn’t send Mike to college because of it.”
    Jane nodded. “You could be right. But I, for one, want very badly to know who did this—because of Mike’s