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           “Lieutenant! I just obtained  a crucial piece  of information from
        Linsey.  That  handyman,  Pete  Boggs,  might  have  had  a  motive  for
        killing Mariana. Can you look at her bank accounts and see if she was
        making  regular  withdrawals  or  writing  checks  to  him  for  some
        unexplained purpose? Or paying him extraordinary wages?”
           She  almost  smiled.  “You  mean  blackmail,  Counselor?  That’s  a
        serious charge.”
           “Well,  Linsey  told  me  she  couldn’t  figure  out  why  Mariana
        tolerated him.”
           “Really?  It  should  be  apparent  that  your  late  client  enjoyed
        keeping men around on any excuse in order to create the illusion that
        they  were  romantically  pursuing  her.  In  Boggs’  case  she  had  little
        need  to  exert  herself:  he  really  was  attracted  to  her.  I  suspect  she
        engaged  in  a  brief  dalliance  with  him  years  ago,  establishing  the
        inevitably one-way affection keeping him around. Far from exacting a
        high  price  for  his  services,  I  expect  he  received  less  than  the
        minimum  wage.  He  must  have  been  living  in  hope  that  he  could
        rekindle that fickle flame.”
           I was crestfallen. “You found that out from his police record?”
           “No. When he dropped his wallet, I saw a photograph of her in
        his papers.  It was a dog-eared picture  of a much  younger Mariana
        than  I  saw  dead  on  the  floor  this  morning.  The  nitrobenzene
        poisoning distorted her features slightly, but I would estimate that the
        snapshot  was  at  least  fifteen  years  old.  Given  the  victim’s  vanity,
        however, it cannot be ruled out that she gave him a rather early image
        of herself more recently.”
           I  pigheadedly  could  not  relinquish  the  notion  of  Pete  Boggs’
        culpability.
           “What about that rare book? Do you think it’s out there in the
        garbage?  Maybe  he’s  been  stealing  the  really  valuable  stock  and
        Mariana found out. After what I’ve  learned about her today,  I can
        well imagine her blackmailing him just for the hell of it.”
           Labelle’s eyelids crinkled just enough to give an impression of an
        upper-face  smile.  Could  she  have  found  amusement  in  my  fast
        mental footwork, reversing blackmailer and victim? I found nothing

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