S is for Silence (Kinsey Millhone 19)
He was silent for a moment and then conceded the point. “I was arrested late Friday afternoon and spent the night in jail. I got drunk at the Moon and I guess I was out of line. BW phoned the sheriff’s department and they came and arrested me. Once I was booked, I called Violet, but she wouldn’t come get me. Said it served me right and I could sit there and rot for all she cared. I was so hung over, I thought I’d die. They finally let me out the next morning.”
“On Saturday, the Fourth?”
He nodded again.
“Did anyone see you?”
“Sergeant Schaefer left the station the same time I did and he offered me a ride home. Tom Padgett would verify that as well because we picked him up along the way. His truck battery was dead and he was on his way home to pick up some jumper cables.”
“You told me you had ‘a job of work’ as you put it, early Saturday afternoon. Do you remember what it was?”
“Yes ma’am. Sergeant Schaefer asked if I’d help him put together a workbench he was building in his shed. I’m good at carpentry- maybe not finish work, but the kind of thing he needed. He already had the lumber and we knocked together a workbench for his power tools.”
“When’s your birthday?”
“August 4.”
“Well, here’s a belated birthday present. You’re off the hook for Violet’s murder. Somebody dug that hole between Thursday night and Saturday afternoon, but it couldn’t have been you. Thursday night you were home with Violet, tearing up the house. Later, the two of you went over to the Moon and got drunk. Somebody saw a guy operating a bulldozer out at the Tanner property Friday night, but you were in jail by then. So between your jail time and your work for Sergeant Schaefer Saturday afternoon, your whereabouts are accounted for.”
He stared at me. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“I wouldn’t celebrate quite yet. You’d be smart to go ahead and hire an attorney to protect your backside. In the meantime, I’ll be happy to tell Daisy about this.”
On the way back through Santa Maria, I stopped in at Steve Ottweiler’s auto-repair shop. The whole business about Hairl Tanner’s will was bugging me and I didn’t want to ask Jake. Steve showed me into his office, assuming I was there on automotive business. I waited until the chitchat subsided. “Can I ask you about something?”
“Go right ahead.”
“Tannie told me Hairl Tanner died a month after your mom.”
“In a manner of speaking.”
“Meaning what?”
“He shot himself.”
“Suicide?”
“That’s right. He was a bitter and disillusioned old man. My grandmother was gone. My mom had just died and he had nothing to live for, in his mind at any rate.”
“He left a note?”
“Yes. I still have it, if you doubt my word.”
“Did he give any explanation about the disposition of his estate?”
“What’s this about?”
“I’m wondering why Hairl Tanner was so angry with your dad.”
He snorted as though amused, but his eyes went dead. “What makes you think he was mad?”
“I saw the will.”
“Oh? And how’d you manage that?”
“I went down to the courthouse and looked it up. I checked a couple of other wills at the same time so don’t get the idea that I was picking on your dad. Your grandfather set it up so Jake couldn’t touch a nickel, not even for the two of you.”
“I don’t see the relevance.”
“This is my last day on the job. I leave it to the cops to figure out who killed Violet, but I hate to sign off without knowing why she died.”
“Aren’t those two questions the same thing?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It’s obvious you have a theory or you wouldn’t be here.”
“I think she was killed for the stash she’d put together so she could run away.”
“What’s that have to do with my father?”
“I’ve been wondering where he got the money to buy the Blue Moon.”
“You’re implying, what-that he killed her for the cash?”
“All I’m asking is how he financed the purchase of the bar.”
“If you want an answer to that question, you better go over to the Moon and ask him. In the meantime, I’m not going to sit here and put up with your half-assed interrogation on a subject you know nothing about.”