A Knife to Remember

wasn’t convinced. “What if he was? We’ll never know what it was. I don’t see how it helps us—”
    Jane had suddenly stepped back, her eyes wide! “But we might—! The tape!“
    “Jane, have you gone over the edge,“ Shelley said. “What are you babbling about? What tape?“
    “Somebody was taping the lunch! Roberto found out about it and had a fit. He ripped the tape out of the camcorder and gave it to me to throw away!“
    “What did you do with it?“ Mel asked, getting interested.
    “I have no idea! Oh, hell! What did I do with it?“
    “Don’t get hysterical,“ Mel said sharply. “Just calm down and think it through. He handed you the tape and—?“
    “He didn’t really hand it to me, he sort of threw it at me. And I—I stuffed it into the big front pocket of the sweatshirt I was wearing. Then—then Lynette started that horrible story about her and Steve! I just don’t know! Maybe I dropped it.”
    She closed her eyes, trying to bring back the terrible memory of the next few minutes. “I came inside. Upstairs. I tried to talk to Mike, but he was mad and stomped out. I went in my room—”
    She opened her eyes again and without a word turned and ran upstairs. A few seconds later, she came running back down with the tape cassette held high. “I kicked it under the bed. Shelley, turn on the television.”
    She shoved the tape into the maw of the VCR. The three of them leaned forward, nearly ear to ear, watching as the luncheon replayed. It seemed endless. People came and went, passed the camera, blotting out the people at the table momentarily. Roberto’s endless story went on and on.
    “Fast forward the thing,“ Mel ordered. “No. Stop! There.”
    The photographer had a good long shot of the table. Jake’s hand was clearly visible.
    “That’s signing, all right,“ Mel said. “Hold it, I’ve got to call the office.“ He returned a minute later. “One of the secretaries signs. She’s on her way over. You haven’t cleaned your kitchen real well lately, have you?”
    Jane looked at him with surprise. “Mel, I’ve got dust bunnies so old they’re collecting social security. Of course I haven’t cleaned my kitchen ‘real well’ lately. Why?“
    “Because this tape may explain who was in your house and why.“
    “I don’t get—“
    “They were looking for this tape, Jane. Somebody knew what Jake had said and didn’t want a record of it. They must have left fingerprints when they wrecked the place hunting.“
    “Or maybe Jake himself wanted it,“ Shelley said.
    “Whoever it was, I’m going to have to fingerprint the kitchen and then start fingerprinting everybody out there. We hadn’t done that because there weren’t prints on the knife to compare to and the only ones on the tea mug were Harwell’s and Longabach’s, which were supposed to be on it. It’s going to be a long afternoon, ladies. And we don’t yet know if this damned tape will be any help at all.”
     

24
     
    They ran the tape several times. The secretary Mel had summoned translated for them.
    “He’s talking to Lynette, of course,“ Jane said. “They go way back together and he must have known she had a brother who was deaf and assumed she’d understand the signing. It certainly explains Butch’s medallion, doesn’t it?“
    “It might,“ Mel said. “But we can’t be sure. It’s not proof. Conjecture won’t get me anyplace except pointed in the right direction.“
    “But you can find out whether what he was say- - ing is true, can’t you? Subpoena records—?“ Jane asked.
    Mel nodded. “But even then—maybe nobody cared that much if it was known.“
    “It doesn’t look to me as if she’s registering any acknowledgment of what he’s saying,“ Shelley said.
    “She was an actress. Putting expression in her face was her life’s work. Maybe she’s just as good at keeping it out,“ Jane replied.
    “Maybe she didn’t understand,“ Shelley said quietly. “Would someone that self-absorbed bother to 195 learn signing just so she could talk to her little brother? He probably lip-read, too.”
    Jane looked at her. “I think you’re probably right, Shelley. So, if she didn’t get it, who did?“
    “It could be anybody at or around that table,“ Shelley said. “What do we know about them? Lots of people can sign well enough to have gotten the gist of it. I’ll bet you Katie knows the signing alphabet. There was quite a fad with the girls at school last year to learn