“I thought that I read that they found her body. Like a couple of weeks ago.”
Decker said, “Recovery found a body, but it wasn’t Roseanne.”
Holmes dabbed his brow. “Who was it?”
“We don’t know.”
“So how do you know it’s not Roseanne?”
“From our forensic odontologist. The teeth don’t match.”
“And that’s what they’re basing it on?” Holmes blinked several times in rapid succession. “Teeth?”
“Yes, sir, enamel is the hardest substance in the human body. Often teeth do survive when everything else is burned up.”
“So let me tell you why we’re here,” Marge said. “The last phone call on Roseanne’s cell went through a San Jose tower.”
Holmes didn’t respond.
Marge gave him the date of the call. “We’re just trying to locate Roseanne’s final movements before she disappeared. The call was from San Jose, you live in San Jose, you have a relationship with the deceased-”
“Had, Detectives,” Holmes said. “Past tense. I had a relationship with her. We broke up about eight months ago and I haven’t seen her since.”
The detectives were silent. Decker counted to six before Holmes spoke.
“I’m sorry I can’t help. If you would have just said something on the phone, you wouldn’t have had to come up here and waste your time.”
“As long as we are here, we’d like to ask you a few questions,” Decker said.
“Just to get a little background on Roseanne,” Marge added.
Again, the big man looked at his watch. “You got about thirty minutes.”
Decker said, “Could you tell me the last time you saw Roseanne?”
“I don’t remember the exact date, but I can look it up in my old calendar book. It’d be there because we went to Percivil’s and I made a reservation.” His jaw began to chew something imaginary. “It was her favorite spot.” Chew, chew. “She got all teary-eyed and I knew it was over. She said she was going to try to work it out with that rat husband of hers. Nothing I said would change her mind.”
“And you never heard from her again?”
“No.”
Decker said, “So if I were to check out the date, which you said can be easily verified, and then check Roseanne’s cell number, I wouldn’t find any calls from you to her after your evening at Percivil’s.”
This time his jaw muscle froze in a gigantic bulge as if it were a solid tumor. “What I meant to say is I never saw her again. I think I called her a couple of times.”
“What were the phone calls to her about?” Marge asked.
Holmes said, “I was trying to get her to change her mind. It didn’t work. That’s that and I’ve moved on. End of Roseanne, end of discussion.”
Decker smiled. “How about giving us a few more minutes?”
Marge said, “Just indulge us, Mr. Holmes. It makes you look better.”
When the big man turned quiet, Decker took that as a signal to continue. “I’m sorry to have to ask you this, Mr. Holmes, but where were you the night before the crash?” He gave him the specific date.
“I don’t remember.” He stared at the detectives, wiping perspiration from his face. “If you write down the date-and any other dates you want-I’ll let you know if I was anywhere except home.”
“The specific call was made around midnight,” Decker said.
“If it was midnight, I was probably home sleeping. I get up early in the morning.”
“Well, maybe you could just tell us what you did that night,” Marge said.
“Or even what you did during the day,” Decker said.
“Like I said, I’ll check the calendar and give you a call.” Holmes blinked again. “I’ll even xerox you the page. Any other dates you want to know about? Get it all out. That way, you don’t have to keep asking me where I was.”
Marge and Decker exchanged quick glances. Decker said, “How about xeroxing that entire week?”
“Sure.”
“When can we expect it to arrive?” Marge said.
Decker said, “How about tomorrow? I’ll give you a FedEx number.”
Holmes blinked and wiped sweat off from his brow. “If it gets you guys off my back, why not. Tomorrow by three o’clock via FedEx. What’s the account?”
Decker gave him the number. “Thank you for cooperating so fully with our investigation.”
“Sure. You know, I have mourned Roseanne’s death for a long time even before she actually died, know what I’m saying?”
“I think so,” Decker answered.
“Then we’re done here?”
Marge said, “Not quite yet. And we really thank you for cooperating in such a delicate matter. If you hadn’t talked to Roseanne for a while, how did you hear about her being on the doomed WestAir flight?”
Holmes gave Marge a condescending look. “The crash made front-page news because the plane was going to San Jose. Locals died, Sergeant. It was a very big deal.”
“But how did you find out about Roseanne specifically?”
“From the victims list.” He rocked his chair until the two front legs came up a few inches. The chair tipped, but he caught himself before he fell backward. “I was devastated! I had no idea she was still flying this route.” He licked his lips. “I still had feelings for her. I didn’t make it to work that morning, I was so upset.” He patted his forehead dry. “I don’t think I fully accepted our breakup until that day. And now you tell me she wasn’t on the flight…God, I don’t know what to think…what to feel.”
“She may have been on the flight,” Marge said. “We just don’t know.”
“Would you also xerox the week of the crash for us?” Decker asked. When he received a sour look, he said, “Might as well get it all done with.”
“Okay,” Holmes snorted. “Are we done?”
Marge said, “Some of the people that we talked to implied that you had a hard time accepting that the relationship was over.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ivan Dresden said that you two had words,” Decker said.
Holmes’s jaw muscles tightened. “So?”
“He told us you threatened him.”
“Not before he threatened me.” The big man leaned forward. “Look, we were both talking out of anger and frustration. Roseanne could be a real frustrating woman.” He threw up his hands. “Hey, it’s all water under the bridge. I’ve moved on. I’m sure the bastard has moved on as well…unless, of course, he’s the reason why Roseanne is missing.”
“You think he murdered her?” Marge asked him outright.
“I wouldn’t put it past him. He was a real asshole. Did he also happen to tell you how many women he was fucking while they were married?”
“I understand that he played around,” Marge said.
“The man was a dog!” Holmes bellowed. “He was spending all of her money on lap dancers, and then he has the nerve to get outraged because Roseanne wanted a little attention.”
“How’d you meet Roseanne?” Decker asked.
“I had a business meeting in Los Angeles and was coming home. She was the flight attendant. She looked a little sad and I asked her about it. She denied anything was wrong. It wouldn’t have been professional for her to talk about her personal life with a passenger. Later, by sheer coincidence, I ran into her at her hotel bar. At first, I could tell that she thought I was just an old fat guy looking for a quick lay. But after we talked awhile…we clicked. I mean we really clicked.” His face darkened. “We spent six months together before we went to bed. We had something special, although I’m sure you find that hard to believe.”
“Not at all,” Marge said.
Holmes checked his watch, placed his hands on his knees, and hoisted himself up. “I’m sorry, but you two really need to leave now. The crew’s coming back very soon and all this talk has opened up wounds. I need a few minutes to compose myself.” He was breathing hard. “I’ll FedEx the calendar pages for you. Then we’re done here.”