“Where is the safe located?”
“In my dressing room. It’s one of those that fits between the studs in the wall.”
“And what else was in the safe besides the pistol and the cash?”
“A jewelry box.”
“Was the stolen watch in the jewelry box?”
“Yes, a Cartier Panther with a gold bracelet.”
“Was there anything else of value in the jewelry box?”
“About fifty thousand dollars’ worth of assorted jewelry – diamond cuff links, things like that.”
“Mr. Elliot, why did you have thirty-five thousand dollars in cash in your safe?”
Elliot glared at him. “I can’t always get to the ATM when I need cash,” he said. “And that’s all I have to say on that subject.”
Dino nodded. “Did you make a record of the serial number on the pistol?”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” Elliot said, handing Dino a scrap of paper.
“Very good,” Dino said. “Why? I mean, you weren’t exactly going to register the warranty, were you?”
“Habit,” Elliot said.
“Well, I’m very grateful to you for all this information,” Dino said, slipping the serial number into his pocket. “It may very well help capture a murderer.”
“Good.” Elliot looked at his watch.
“I’m so grateful that I’m going to give you a very valuable piece of advice, Mr. Elliot.”
“Yeah?”
“The combination of a lot of cash in a safe with a silenced pistol raises a very large warning flag,” Dino said. “So I’m going to advise you right now that if any loved one of yours, say your wife, were to meet a sudden end; if something awful should happen to a business associate of yours; in fact, if your name should arise in any investigation of a death by any cause, then I’m coming to see you. Do you get my drift?”
Elliot looked him in the eye. “I do.”
“Good, because dealing with that kind of event in your life would be so much more painful than whatever is causing you concern now.”
Elliot nodded.
Dino shook his hand and walked out of the bar.
Martha looked into Amanda’s office. “Anything else before I’m off?”
“No, dear. Listen, why don’t you come up to the country with me tomorrow? Just for the day. Unless you have some plans, of course.”
Martha sighed. “No, I don’t have any plans. I’d love to.”
Amanda smiled a disarming smile. “It’ll be just the two of us, dear.”
Chapter 42
Driving Amanda’s car, Martha turned onto the dirt road, as directed. “It’s so lovely up here,” she said. “I’ve never been to Connecticut before.”
“Yes, it is lovely, isn’t it?” Amanda replied. “The leaves are just a bit past their peak, but still glorious. Make your next left up ahead, dear.”