e’s working to get my money from my trust.”
“So Tony advised you it wouldn’t do you much good to kill Marta Dickenson.”
“Yeah. No!” Face sulky now, she angled herself up again. “You’re trying to trick me. I’m not stupid, you know.”
No, Eve thought, you go beyond stupid. “Why did you ask him about her?”
“Well, she’s dead, right? I thought maybe that would work for me. But Tony said it wouldn’t, so . . .” She shrugged it off, sipped her tea.
“If you didn’t know her, as you stated when I asked, why did you ask Tony?”
Candida’s eyebrows drew together in what Eve assumed was deep thought. “So what? So I knew who she was.”
“So what is you lied to a police officer during a murder investigation. If you’d lie about something as simple as that, I have to believe you’d lie about more important things. Like whether or not you arranged Marta Dickenson’s murder.”
In a bad-tempered move, Candida slapped her white cup down on the white table. “I did not either.”
“You threatened her. You harassed her. You made angry, threatening calls to her, and she responded by informing you to cease and desist or she would inform the trustees and the court. Now she’s dead.”
“So what?” Candida demanded again. “I can say what I want, there’s no law against it.”
“You’d be wrong about that.”
“It’s, like, freedom of speech. It’s, like, the Fifth Amendment or whatever. Look it up!”
“I’ll be sure to do that,” Eve murmured. “Since we’re talking about rights, let me read you yours, just so everybody understands.”
Candida went back into sulk mode as Eve recited the Revised Miranda. “Like I haven’t heard all that before.”
“Well, it bears repeating. So you understand your rights and obligations.”
“Yeah, BFD.”
“Why don’t you tell us what you said to Ms. Dickenson when you were exercising your interpretation of your constitutional rights?”
“What?”
“What’s your version of your conversation with Marta Dickenson.”
“Jesus, why didn’t you just say that? All I did was ask her to ease off—it’s my money, and it’s just stupid I have to go begging to those tight asses every time I want more. And I was nice to her. I sent her flowers, didn’t I? I said how I’d give her ten thousand under the table if she’d just clear it. Ten thousand’s a nice chunk for some bookkeeper bitch.”
“You suggested Ms. Dickenson doctor the audit in your favor, and in return you’d give her ten thousand dollars?”
“Yeah. I was nice. And she got pissy about it. So I said fine, fine. Make it twenty, and she’s all ‘I’ll have to report you if you keep this shit up,’ like that.”
“Peabody, your cuffs or mine?”
“Can we use mine?”
“What’re you talking about? You stay away from me.” Candida cringed back on the sofa. “Aston!”
“Ms. Mobsley, you’ve just confessed to offering a bribe to Marta Dickenson in the amount of twenty thousand dollars in exchange for her altering a court-appointed audit. That’s a felony.”
“It is not!”
“Look it up,” Eve suggested as Aston rushed in. “Step back, pal, unless you want to be restrained and charged.”
“What’s the matter? What’s happening?”