"It must've been around eleven-thirty," Marie said.
"Yeah, she called me right afterward. I felt like I'd been hit by a locomotive. I tried to get Max, I left a message for him to call me, but then I left the house around midnight, as soon as the sitter got there. I'll have to call him again."
She was still wearing her overcoat. She took it off now, revealing a trim black skirt and a crisp white blouse, and carried it familiarly to the coatrack. They were still standing in the entrance hall. The house seemed exceptionally still at this hour of the morning. The heater came on with a sudden whooosh.
"Would anyone like some coffee?" Dolores asked.
A take-charge lady, Hawes thought. Tragedy in the family, here she is at one in the morning, ready to make coffee.
"There's some on the stove," Marie said.
"Officers?" Dolores said.
"Thank you, no," Brown said.
"No, thanks," Hawes said.
"Marie? Honey, can I get a cup for you?"
"I'm all right, Dolores, thank you."
"Poor baby," Dolores said, and hugged her sister-in-law close again. Her arm still around her, she looked at Brown and said, "My mother told me you think Jimmy did it, is that right?"
"That's a strong possibility," Brown said, and looked at Marie.
"You haven't found him, though?"
"No, not yet."
"It's hard to believe," Dolores said, and shook her head. "My mother said you have to do an autopsy. I wish you wouldn't, really. That's really upsetting to her."
It occurred to Brown that she did not yet know her brother's body had been dismembered. Hadn't Marie told the family? He debated breaking the news, opted against it.
"Well, ma'am," he said, "an autopsy's mandatory in any trauma death."
"Still," Dolores said.
Brown was still looking at Marie. It had further occurred to him that on the phone with Dolores not an hour ago, she herself advised her sister-in-law about the autopsy. Yet now Dolores sounded as if the information had come from her mother. He tried to remember the exact content of the phone conversation. Marie's end of it, anyway.
Hello Dolores, no, not yet, I'm down in the kitchen.
Which meant her sister-in-law had asked her if she was in bed, or getting ready for bed, or whatever, and she'd told her No, I'm down here with two detectives. Which meant that Doloresknew there were two detectives here, so why had she looked so surprised tofind them here?
They want to look at the garage room.
So you had to figure Dolores had asked her what two detectives were doing there. And she'd told her. And then the business about the autopsy. Which Dolores had just now talked about as if it had come from her mother. But if Dolores had called here just before leaving the house hellip; well, wait a minute.
On the phone, Marie hadn't said anything about expecting her, nothing like "See you soon then," or "Hurry on over," or "Drive safely," just "I'll let you know," meaning about the autopsy, "Thanks for calling."
Brown decided to play it flat out.
He looked Dolores dead in the eye and said, "Did you call here about an hour ago?"
And the telephone rang.
Brown figured there had to be a god.
Because if the earlier ringing of the phone had visibly startled Marie, this time the ringing caused an immediate look of panic to flash in her eyes. She turned toward the kitchen as if it had suddenly burst into flames, made an abortive start out of the entrance hall, stopped, said, "I wonder hellip;" and then looked blankly at the detectives.
"Can't be Dolores again, can it?" Brown said.
"What?" Dolores said, puzzled.
"Better go answer it," Brown said.
"Yes," Marie said.
"I'll go with you," he said.
In the kitchen, the phone kept ringing.
Marie hesitated.
"Want me to get it?" Brown asked.
"No, I'll hellip; it may be my mother-in-law," she said, and headed immediately for the kitchen, Brown right behind her.
The phone kept ringing.
She was thinking You goddamn fool, Itold you the cops were here!
She reached out for the receiver, her mind racing.
Brown was standing in the doorway to the kitchen now, his arms folded across his chest.
Marie lifted the receiver from the hook.
"Hello?" she said.
And listened.
Brown kept watching her.
"It's for you," she said, sounding relieved, and handed the receiver to him.