Hunter popped into Noira’s office the next morning. “Did you go to see Jessica?”
“How did you know?”
“I gave you the bar she worked at. I knew either you or Speed would take the bait. What did you think?”
“It’s one of the two women. Either Elizabeth is ticked because Merit was going to marry his party girl, or the party girl’s miffed because something went wrong.”
“I talked to a few of Merit’s friends, and they said he was beginning to regret losing Elizabeth, that he was thinking about ending the drinking and partying and hoping she might take him back. His best friend told him it was about time he got smart again, that it was time to get over his midlife crisis or whatever it was that made him stupid for a while.”
Noira had to chuckle. “Best friends tell it like it is.”
“This guy did. He said Merit had decided to go to see Elizabeth on the night he died.”
“Did Elizabeth know he was coming?”
“No, he was afraid she wouldn’t let him in the house. He meant to knock on her door and surprise her.”
“Did Jessica know he was going?”
“No, he told her that the guys had invited him to meet them for a night out.”
“Did he meet Elizabeth?”
Hunter shook his head. “She swears he never showed up.”
“Did Jessica work that night?”
“Yes, but you have to remember. Merit was shot at three in the morning. Her shift was done by then.”
Noira let out an exasperated sigh. “If he was going to see Elizabeth, why wait until three a.m.?”
“His bestie thinks he was probably drinking, trying to work up the courage.”
Noira could relate to that. She’d gotten plenty of calls from friends in the wee hours after they’d had too much to drink. She tried to focus on something solid, specific. “Did anyone see any car or person if they looked out their windows?”
“A man who lives on a corner saw a car’s taillights turn out of the subdivision and speed away.”
“Elizabeth wouldn’t do that. She’d walk into her house and pretend nothing happened.”
“True, but maybe the driver took off because he didn’t want to be involved in a shooting and have the police question him.”
Noira’s thoughts went in another direction. “If someone stole Elizabeth’s gun, how did he get past her security system? How did he get in her house? Did Merit have a key and her security code?”
“Elizabeth changed them when he dumped her.”
“So, who’d have both?”
Hunter frowned. “A good question. I’m going to look into that.”
He started to stand when there was a quick knock on the door and Elizabeth stepped into the office again. Noira motioned her to the chair Hunter was exiting. “We were just talking about you.”
Elizabeth had her blond hair pulled up in a careless knot today, highlighting her high cheekbones. She wore slim, black pants and a zebra print blouse. Stylish. But she had dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were puffy. “Have you learned anything? I talked to Merit’s best friend, and he said Merit was going to ask me to take him back, that he wanted to quit partying and drinking.”
“What would you have said?” Noira asked.
“Yes.” Elizabeth pressed a hand to her forehead and winced, trying to massage away a headache. “I’m still not over him. I’d have given it another try.”
She sounded sincere. Noira believed her. “Can you think of any way someone got into your house to steal your gun? Wouldn’t your security system have gone off?”
“I’ve been thinking about that, and the only person who has a key and my code is my neighbor so that she can come and feed my cat when I’m out of town. But Toni would never steal my gun. Never. We’re friends. We’re there for each other.”
Hunter rubbed his stubbly jaw. He must have been in a hurry this morning and hadn’t taken the time to shave. “Has anyone new been in or out of Toni’s house?”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened in surprise. “She had a new cleaning woman for two weeks, but the girl already quit. Didn’t like the job.”
“Did you ever see her?”
“Only a glimpse. She had platinum hair pulled back in a ponytail, and she had a great figure. No uniform could hide her curves.”
Noira and Hunter locked gazes. Elizabeth frowned. “What?”
“I think you just described Merit’s party girl, Jessica.”
Elizabeth spread her hands in surrender, lost. “Why would she clean houses?”
“One house. Your neighbor’s. And I’m guessing she got your house key and pass-code.”
Elizabeth’s face drained of color. Noira grabbed her cane to go to her. “Are you all right?”
Elizabeth grabbed the edge of Noira’s desk and took deep breaths. “She killed Merit and planned to pin his murder on me. Why?”
Hunter answered. “I’d guess she wasn’t happy he was going to ditch her and go back to you.”
“But I didn’t hate her when she stole him from me. She just made me realize what a stickler I am, too goal oriented. And believe me, she went all out. Flirted with him and invited him to parties.”
Hunter headed for the door. “You and Jessica have nothing in common. And that’s a good thing. She’s a sore loser. But I want to get all my t’s crossed before I arrest her.”
Elizabeth’s shoulders slumped and all of the energy drained out of her. “Can I stay a minute to get myself together?”
“Stay as long as you want. Can I call someone for you? Have a friend meet you here?” Noira felt sorry for her. Justice was great, but it didn’t bring a loved one back.
Half an hour later, Elizabeth’s sister came to drive her home. Noira waited a few minutes, then called Speed to tell him the latest before he had to go to work. He worked seven to seven tonight. They’d eat supper together before he had to leave. Then she’d have the evening to herself.
It had been a rough day. Her thoughts and feelings were in turmoil. She’d buy a bottle of wine on her way home, then watch The Thirteenth Warrior. Vikings and violence held her attention. It almost always fixed whatever ailed her.