her walking in the garden.â Jury told Mickey Gemmaâs story.
âShe was making it up, I hope.â
âNot all of it, anyway. Police found a bullet casing after it had gone through the greenhouse.â
âThanks,â Mickey said to the waitress who refilled his cup and set down his pastry. She asked Jury if heâd like another lattè.
âJust pour me some of that, thanks.â
She did, and smiled at him, and walked away.
âIâd say sheâs the one thatâs got the crush,â Mickey said, absently. He leaned across the table, over his folded arms. âWe canât clutter this case up with threats that donât exist, Rich.â
âEvery case is cluttered until you sort it. And stuff like this girl has to be sorted. Youâre much too meticulous a cop to ignore Gemmaâs story.â
Mickey took a bite of the pastry and said, around a mouthful of crumbs, âOkay, okay. I guess Iâm just in a hurry. What could the motive be for killing this little girl? Who is she? Sheâs a ward, which keeps the Social at just beyond breathing distance. Whatâs her history?â
âI donât know because I havenât talked to Oliver Tynedale. I expect he might be the only one who does.â
Mickey frowned over his cup. âYou donât think sheâs actually related to Oliver Tynedale, do you?â
âI thought about that. She could be. Her resemblance to Alexandra Tynedale is marked.â
âBut not to Maisie. It couldnât be.â
Jury laughed. âYouâre pretty certain of that. But I tend to agree. Thereâs something about Maisieââ
âHell, yeah, thereâs something about her. Like not being Alexandra and Ralph Herrickâs daughter. Thatâs something.â
âOdd, how sheâs got the black hair, the dark eyes . . . and yet. She doesnât look like Vivien Leigh. Gemma does, in miniature.â
âLike Liza.â
âWhat?â
âDonât you remember you used to tell her that. People think she looks like Vivien Leigh or else Claire Bloom.â
Jury frowned. âVivien Leigh and Claire Bloom donât look anything alike. Our waitress looks like Vivien Leigh, in case you didnât notice.â
Mickey turned around and looked at her. From across the room, she smiled at him. Or them. âShe looks like Claire Bloom.â
âHell, she does.â
This bickering went on.
Finally, Mickey asked, âWhen will you talk to dear old nanny Kitty? A.k.a. Maisieâs real mother?â
âToday. You talked to her. How did she strike you?â
âAs the mother of an impostor.â
âThat was your objective assessment, was it?â
Mickeyâs hand squeezed Juryâs shoulder. âThatâs what youâre here forâobjectivity.â He removed his hand and shrugged. âYouâll see.â
A laugh caught in Juryâs throat. âIâll see? You mean Iâll agree that Maisie is really Erin Riordin and that Kitty Riordin is her mother? Mickey, all youâve got to go on are those old snapshotsââ
âAnd instinct. You said yourself my instincts are good.â
âI did? Iâll bet the instinct here is just a by-product of those pictures. Mickey, what if I donât agree with you? What if I find out Maisie Tynedale really is who she says she is?â
âThen Iâll drop it.â
Jury flinched, surprised. It was true he wanted Mickey to be open to this possibility, but he wasnât sure he wanted Mickey to put so much faith in his, Juryâs, ability.
âLook, Rich, youâre the best cop I know. Youâre certainly the best with witnesses. Look at how much you got out of these people that I didnât. I didnât know this little Gemma Trimm even existed, for Christâs sake.â
âI only found her by chance, by luck. I was outside,
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