I read Claire's death notice twice. "This was just last year."
"Thank goodness she'd gone back to her maiden name," he said. "I don't know how we'd have found her if she'd been using her ex-hubby's moniker."
"Whoever he was," I said. "She'd probably been divorced for ages. There wasn't much family to speak of. You watch the names of the survivors diminish until there's no one left. It's depressing, isn't it?"
"I thought the mother might have surviving family members in Indiana, but I can't seem to get a line on them," Dietz said. "I tried directory assistance in Indianapolis. There weren't any Banghams listed, so at least on the face of it, we're not talking about a large close-knit clan. just to be on the safe side, I checked the CALI Directory and put a call through to an Indianapolis private investigator. I asked him to check Caroline Bangham's birth records to see if that nets us anything. We might not glean much, but he said he'd get back to us."
I made a face. "You know what? I think we're spinning our wheels on this one. I just don't buy the idea that some distraught family member would seek revenge eighteen years later."
"Maybe not," he said. "If it weren't for Bader's death, there wouldn't have been a reason to look for Guy at all. He Might have gone on living in Marcella for the rest of his days."
"It wasn't strictly Bader's death. It was the will," I said.
"Which brings us back to the five million."
"I guess it does," I said. "I'll tell you what hurts. I feel like I was part of what happened to Guy."
"Because you found him."
"Exactly. I didn't cause his death, in any strict sense of the word, but if it hadn't been for me, he'd be safe the way I see it."
"Hey, come on. That's not true. Tasha would have hired herself some other detective. Maybe not as good as you…"
"Don't suck up."
"Look, someone would have found him. It just happened to be you."
"I suppose," I said. "It still feels like shit."
"I'm sure it does."
The phone rang. Dietz answered and then handed me the handset, mouthing the name Enid.
I nodded and took the phone. "Hi, Enid. This is Kinsey. How are you?"
"Not so good," she said, fretfully. "Did Myrna call you?"
"Not as far as I know. Let me check my messages." I put a hand across the mouthpiece. "Did the Maleks' housekeeper call or leave a message for me?"
Dietz shook his head and I went back to Enid. "No, there's nothing here."
"Well, that's odd. She swore she was going to call you. I made her promise she would. I went to the supermarket and I was only gone fifteen or twenty minutes. She said she'd be here when I got back, but she's. gone and there's no sign of her. I thought you might have asked her to come in."
"Sorry. I never heard from her. What's she want to talk to me about?"
"I'm not sure. I know something's been bothering her, but she wouldn't be specific. Her car's still out back. That's what's so strange," she said.
"Could she have gone to the doctor's? If she really wasn't feeling well, she might have called a cab."
"It's always possible, but you'd think she would have waited to have me take her. This is just so unlike her. She told me she'd help me with dinner. I have a meeting at seven and I have to be out of here early. We discussed it in detail."
"Maybe she's out walking somewhere on the property."
"I thought of that," she said. "I went out there myself, calling, but she's disappeared."
"Enid, let's be realistic. I don't think being gone less than an hour constitutes a disappearance."
"I'm worried something's happened."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. That's why I called you. Because I'm scared."
"What's the rest?"
"That's it."
"No, it's not. You're leaving something out. I mean, so far this doesn't make sense. Do you think she's been abducted by aliens, or what?'
I could hear her hesitation. "I got the impression she knew something about the murder."
"Really? She said that?"
"She hinted as much. She was too nervous to say more. I think she saw something she wasn't supposed to see that night."