said. âI saw her yesterday, right after the fire. She looked to be in shock, shivering with cold. So I took her for a pizza.â
âIâm not surprised.â
âBut the weird thing is that she looked amazing. She had a gorgeous red dress on. Hair and makeup like a model. You must have seen her. Didnât you notice?â
âYesterday?â I nodded. âNo. No red dress. I think I saw her in her usual jeans and black sweater. Neat, clean jeans and sweater.â
âI guess she changed at work.â
âProbably. Look, Rickâthat stuff you said last night about Rodriguez was all bullshit, wasnât it?â
âYeah, it was. I was sort of out of it. It seemed a good idea at the time. I wanted to see how youâd react. But, of course, you didnât.â
âYou should know by now that I donât fall into your traps.â He grinned. âBut I want to know what made you come back? Just in time for Freddie to get incinerated?â
âBelieve it or not, it was because my job was over. I picked up my pay and came down to the terminal with the last load of apples. End of season.â
âNothing to do with Freddie?â
âEverything to do with Freddie. Except for the date. But I was not expecting him to be in my apartment. And I was certainly not planning on him being dead. I wanted to talk to him.â
âAnd did you?â
âNo. I got to the apartment. I saw that someone was living there. I had no idea it was Freddie. But I was mad as hell. It was around six, I guess. Iâd been up and working since four in the morning. I needed to shower and change. I figured it could wait. I got a room, went to bed and slept for twelve hours.â
âDid you go down to the house then?â
âNo, I spent the morning getting cleaned up and buying some clothes that fit me. Then I went to see the lawyer. I saw something on the news about the fire and went down to see what had happened. I figured that Cheryl and Susanna were at work.â
âBut it was Wednesday.â
âI know you wonât believe me, Tony, but I lost track of the days up there.â
âI donât believe you.â
âI was working seven days a week from before dawn to after dusk. Doing the same thing, over and over again. The days blend into each other. It sounds feeble. But itâs the truth.â
The waitress set down two bowls of pasta. As soon as she left, Tony leaned forward.
âSo whoâs on your short list of guys with torches? Besides me, of course.â
âYou?â I said.
âOf course. Weâre at the top of everybodyâs list. Weâre the guys Rodriguez would try to bribe.â
âMakes sense,â I said carefully.
âSo if it was Rodriguez, he was aiming to get rid of Freddie and one of us.â
âKill Freddie and put the blame on me, more likely. Heâd already set me up with that money stuffed under my mattress.â
âThe problemâs going to be getting to Rodriguez,â said Tony.
âHeâs left town,â I said.
âI heard that. Where is he?â
âMexico. For Christmas.â I raised my hand. âDonât say it. Itâs still October. But thatâs what I was told.â
âThatâs not going to be easy.â
âNot that hard. I sent him an email. I asked him who torched Freddie. He answered.â
âNo shit. He answered?â
I took the printout from my pocket and handed it over.
âItâs in Spanish.â
âWell, of course it is. But he says two things. He isnât the one trying to cut my throat, and he wouldnât burn down a barn to kill a rat. Itâs just possible he had nothing to do with it.â
âMaybe. Who else then?â
âWho could get in the house?â I asked.
âWithout breaking in? The two of us.â
âAnd four other people, I think. Susanna, Angelaâs friend Mark,