Dust to Dust

friendly either. Despite what he may have felt, he was having a hard time looking aggressive in his neck brace and with his arm in a sling.
    “I was just telling Chief Garnett I don’t want you interfering in my case,” said Hanks.
    “Have I interfered?” asked Diane.
    “You’re here. What’s the purpose of that?” he asked.
    “Just observing,” said Diane. “Comparing witness testimony with evidence gathered from the crime scene. I came back in because of something Jonas said during your interview that may be of importance.”
    Hanks sat up straight and leaned forward. “What was that?” he asked.
    At least he was eager for any information he could get from her. Diane was glad of that.
    “Jonas said that when he arrived at the house, his headlights shined in the window and he could see paintings over the sofa. When my team and I were in the house, there were no paintings over the sofa. I only just a moment ago realized what I’d heard or I’d have mentioned it before he left for the airport.”
    Hanks’ expression changed to one less suspicious of her intentions. “Were the paintings stolen? When? I wonder if Briggs remembers if they were there when he was in the house. Can you call him? Do you have his cell number?” asked Hanks.
    Diane fished her cell from her pocket and called Jonas.
    “Diane, what’s up? Nothing else happened did it, this soon?” Jonas asked.
    “No. Just a question. When you were in the house with Marcella, did you notice anything about the paintings over the sofa, the ones you saw in your headlights a few minutes before?”
    “Not that I remember. Let me think.” Jonas was quiet for a long moment.
    Diane thought he might have entered a dead zone in cell service; then she heard him whispering to himself, going over the evening’s events, refreshing his memory.
    “I remember my headlights shining through her front window, lighting up the back wall. The pictures stood out for me because I had not seen them before. I got out and walked across the yard and up on the porch. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I looked in the window, but didn’t see her. I knocked again, then unlocked the door and went in, started to call out for Marcella, but there she was on the floor. I stayed with her there on the floor. I didn’t know what to do for her.”
    There was another long pause. She heard him breathing.
    “Yes, I can see it now as I stood on the porch and looked in the window.The paintings were not there! I’ll be damned! The paintings were gone. You mean her attacker was there in the house stealing the paintings as I was walking from my car to the house? The absence of the paintings hadn’t registered until you mentioned it. Damn.”
    “What kind of paintings were they?” asked Diane.
    “Portraits. Three of them. But I didn’t see them clearly from my car—too far away.”
    “You’d not seen them before?” asked Diane.
    “No, I’m sure of it. Marcella had a tapestry hanging over the sofa the last time I was there. The paintings were a new addition.”
    “What about the hutch?” asked Diane. “Was the pottery in it when you were with Marcella?”
    “Yes, it was there. I remember looking at the pottery and thinking how it looked just like authentic artifacts . . . and what a good potter she is. Are you saying the pottery is gone too? That young fellow, Hanks, asked me about it. I didn’t think about the implication until now. Was her attacker hiding in the house while I was there—waiting for me to leave so he could rob the place? You know, Marcella had a lot of work on her computer. If it’s gone . . .”
    “No, we have her computer. We’ll talk when you get back,” said Diane. “Thanks for the information. You’ve been very helpful.”
    “I’ll call you when I get Paloma and her husband settled. I’m sure she’ll want to get to the hospital right away,” he said.
    Diane had the phone’s speaker turned on as she spoke with Jonas so that Garnett and Hanks could hear. When she hung up, Garnett spoke first.
    “You see why I’ve found it’s a good idea to have someone from the crime scene listen to the interrogations,” he said. “They often hear things that are important.”
    Diane knew he had made that up on the spur of the moment to mollify Hanks. It was effective. Hanks nodded. After all, she had noticed something that probably was important. They had also made some progress in separating events that belonged to the attack from