F Is for Fugitive

out. "They picked me up the first time, I thought it was all over. Just my luck there's a Peter Lambert out there wanted on a murder one. When they let me go, I thought maybe I had a chance."
    "I'm surprised you didn't take off."
    "I wish now I had, but I'd been free so long. I couldn't believe they'd get me. I couldn't believe anybody cared. Besides, I had a job and I couldn't just chuck it all and hit the road."
    "You're some kind of clothing rep, aren't you? The L.A. papers mentioned that."
    "I worked for Needham. One of their top salesmen last year, which is how I got promoted. Western regional manager. I guess I should have turned it down, but I worked hard and I got tired of saying no. It meant a move to Los Angeles, but I didn't see how I could get tripped up after all this time."
    "How long have you been with the company?"
    "Twelve years."
    "What's their attitude? Can you count on them for any help?"
    "They've been great. Real supportive. My boss said he'd come up here and testify... be a character witness and stuff like that, but what's the point? I feel like such a jerk. I've been straight all these years. Your proverbial model citizen. I never even got a parking ticket. Paid taxes, went to church."
    "But that's good. That'll work in your favor. It's bound to make a difference."
    "But it doesn't change the facts. You don't walk away from jail and get a slap on the wrist."
    "Why don't you let Clemson worry about that?"
    "I guess I'll have to," he said. "What are you supposed to do?"
    "Find out who really killed her so we can get you off the hook."
    "Fat chance."
    "It's worth a shot. You got any ideas about who it might have been?"
    "No."
    "Tell me about Jean."
    "She was a nice kid. Wild, but not bad. Mixed up."
    "But pregnant."
    "Yeah, well, the baby wasn't mine."
    "You're sure of that." I framed it as a statement, but the question mark was there.
    Bailey hung his head for a moment, color rising in his face. "I did a lot of booze back then. Drugs. My performance was off, especially after I got out of Chino. Not that it mattered. She was with some other guy by then."
    "You were impotent?"
    "Let's say, 'temporarily out of order.' "
    "You do any drugs now?"
    "No, and I haven't had a drink in fifteen years. Alcohol makes your tongue loose. I couldn't take the chance."
    "Who was she involved with? Any indication at all?"
    He shook his head again. "The guy was married."
    "How do you know?"
    "She told me that much."
    "And you believed her?"
    "I can't think why she would have lied. He was somebody respectable and she was underage."
    "So this was somebody with a lot to lose if the truth came out."
    "That'd be my guess. I mean, she sure didn't want to have to tell him she was knocked up. She was scared."
    "She could have had an abortion."
    "I guess... if it came to that. She only found out about the baby that day."
    "Who was her doctor?"
    "She didn't have one yet for that. Dr. Dunne was the family physician, but she had the pregnancy test at some clinic down in Lompoc so nobody'd know who she was."
    "Seems pretty paranoid. Was she that well known?"
    "She was in Floral Beach."
    "What about Tap? Could the kid have been his?"
    "Nope. She thought he was a jerk and he didn't like her much either. Besides, he wasn't married and it was nothing to him even if the kid had been his."
    "What else? You must have given this a lot of thought."
    "I don't know. She was illegitimate and she'd been trying to find out who her old man was. Her mom refused to tell her, but money came in the mail every month, so Jean figured he had to be around someplace."
    "She saw the checks?"
    "I don't think he paid by check, but she was getting a line on him somehow."
    "Was she born in San Luis County?"
    There was a jangle of keys and we both looked over to see the deputy at the door. "Time's up. Sorry to interrupt. You want more, Mr. Clemson has to make arrangements."
    Bailey got up without argument, but I could see him zone out. Whatever energy our conversation had produced had already drained away. The numb look returned, giving him the air of someone not too bright.
    "I'll see you after the arraignment," I said.
    Bailey's parting look flickered with desperation.
    After he left, I sat and jotted down some notes. I hoped he didn't have any suicidal tendencies.

Chapter 6
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    Just to fill in another blank, I pulled into the gas station in Floral Beach and asked the attendant to top off my tank. While the kid was taking care of the windshield, I took