And if he'd wanted to
kill himself, he'd have done it and left a note explaining why he had to.
But I didn't have a single fact to give you. I thought that if you came
here and started working on the collection, you'd find something."
"You should have taken a chance and told me what you suspected," Rand
said. "I've taken a lot of cases on flimsier grounds than this. The fact
is, you practically told me it was murder, when you were talking to me in
my office."
"Jeff, I never was what the soap-operas call being 'in love' with Lane,"
she continued. "But he was wonderful to me. He gave me everything a girl
who grew up in a sixteen-dollar apartment over a fruit store could want.
And then somebody killed him, just as you'd step on a cockroach, because
he got in the way of a business deal. I'm glad to be able to spend money
to help catch whoever did it. It won't help him, but it'll make me feel a
lot better.... You will catch him, won't you?"
Rand nodded. "I don't know whether he'll ever go to trial and be
convicted," he said. "I don't think he will. But you can take my word for
it; he won't get away with it. Tomorrow, I think the lid's going to blow
off. Maybe you'd better be away from home when it does.
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