twisting, but my eyelids had a blinky life of their own. Then I couldnât help but wonder what other give-away movements I was making that I wasnât even aware of. So I tried to hold myself rigidly motionless, not a muscle twitching.
Detective Molino added something to his notes. Subject now exhibiting unusual body rigidity indicative of extreme anxiety, my nervous imagination supplied.
âYou donât seem to know a great deal about Mr. Norton, considering that youâd had a four monthsâ relationship with him,â he observed.
True, as was becoming more obvious all the time. Murdersized gaps in what I knew about Jerry. There didnât seem any right response to this last observation, so I remained silent.
Detective Sergeant Molino gave me a minute, no doubt hoping Iâd blurt something incriminating into the silence. When I didnât, he went on to ask about possible enemies. I dutifully mentioned the run-ins I knew about, although I felt squeamish doing so, as if I were maligning Jerry when he had no chance to defend himself.
More as an afterthought, I also mentioned Jerryâs Web site business, and I was surprised by an unexpected uptick in the detectiveâs interest. He leaned forward, his ballpoint pen poised over the notepad. If heâd had antennae, theyâd have been quivering.
âDid you help him with this business?
âNo, I didnât have anything to do with it.â
âWere you familiar with any of his clients?â
âNot by name, no. Though Iâm sure there must be a complete record of them on his computer.â
âDid he ever meet with any of the clients personally?â
âI was under the impression all his dealings were done over the Internet. But I donât know that for certain.â
He went on to ask numerous other questions about the business, most of which I couldnât answerâno doubt emphasizing again that I seemed to know suspiciously little about Jerry. Or wasnât telling all I knew.
The interview ended when Detective Molino thanked me and we shook hands again. I tried to make my shake firm and confident, but itâs hard to feel confident with nervous sweat rivering down your ribs and your mouth feeling as if itâs stuffed full of old socks.
âWeâll be in touch if we need any further information,â he said. âYou may notice deputies in the area, interviewing your neighbors during the next few days. And if you think of any-thing else, give me a call.â
He handed me a business card. Detective Sergeant Anton Molino. I wondered if kids ever called him Ant when he was a kid. Probably not without risk to life and limb.
âIâll do whatever I can to help.â Then, thinking maybe that had too much of a kiss-up sound, I took a deep breath and asked bluntly, âAm I a suspect?â
âAt this point weâre looking at the circumstances of Mr. Nortonâs death as suspicious,â he said. âThe medical examiner will determine cause and manner of death after the autopsy.â
âWhen will the autopsy be done?â
âMonday morning, I believe.â
âShould I locate a lawyer . . . just in case?â
He gave me a calculated look that to me said, Yes! Get a lawyer. Youâre going to need a good one. Although what he said out loud was, âThatâs up to you, of course.â Followed by a smooth segue into, âYou arenât anticipating leaving town anytime in the near future, are you?â
âAre you saying I canât leave?â
âIâd think it advisable if you stay here in town. We may want to talk to you again. Or we may need you to come in for fingerprinting.â He paused. âAlthough, come to think of it, if you donât mind, we could just take care of that now. Weâll need your prints for elimination purposes because theyâll be in the limousine.â
I couldnât tell if this truly was an
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