Rand and
Ritter repeated their orders, and when she brought back the drinks, the
Colt and the Leech & Rigdon were out of sight.
"The way I see it, everybody who's within a light-year of this Rivers
killing is trying to pin the medal on somebody else," Ritter was saying.
"The Lawrence girl was afraid young Jarrett had done it; right away, she
sicced you onto Gillis. Gillis didn't lose any time putting McKenna and
Farnsworth onto Gresham. Gresham's the only one who didn't have a pasty
ready; you're supposed to dig one up for him. And Jarrett, the first
chance he gets, introduces Umholtz." He stared into his beer, as though
he thought Ultimate Verity might be lurking somewhere under the suds. "Do
you think it might be possible that Rivers bumped Fleming off, in spite
of his getting killed later?" he asked.
"Anything's possible," Rand replied, "except where some structural
contradiction is involved, like scoring thirteen with one throw of a pair
of dice. Yes, he could have. The way the Flemings leave their garage open
as long as any of the cars are out, anybody could have sneaked into the
house from the garage, and gone up from the library to the gunroom. The
only question in my mind is whether Rivers would have known about that.
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