H Is for Homicide

that. We got thrown in the slammer together, but I'd met her before that, at a singles bar. I figured she'd told you or I'd have said something myself."
    Next round, skip the first pile. The face-up card went on the second pile, the other five facedown. Just playing solitaire here, casual as all get-out. Luis was eavesdropping, being careful not to call attention to himself lest Raymond take off after him.
    "What the fuck were you doin' there with her and Jimmy Tate?"
    Ah, he'd figured out it was Tate, probably from the description Dawna'd given him of the guy. "I wasn't doing anything. We'd just gone next door for a bite to eat when those two showed up."
    "Bibianna was with Jimmy Tate?"
    Dawna snorted. "Jesus, Raymond. What's the matter with you? You sound like a parrot." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see how much she was enjoying herself. In her family dynamic, she was probably the kid who puffed up her self-importance by tattling on all her siblings.
    Raymond ignored her, focusing on me. "How come you never told me she was with him that night?"
    "Jimmy Tate was with me. We ran into Bibianna at the bar and asked her to join us for a bite to eat. What's the big deal?"
    "I don't believe it."
    I stopped dealing out the cards. "You don't believe me?"
    "I think you're lying."
    "Wait a minute, Raymond. I've known you all of five days. So how come I'm suddenly accountable to you for my behavior?"
    Raymond's eyes were glittering, his voice too soft to suit me. "Dawna says Tate was the one killed my brother. Did you know that?"
    Oops. Actually I did know that. I said nothing, wondering why my mouth was suddenly so dry. I couldn't think of an adequate response and for once the glib lie didn't spring that readily to mind.
    "Answer me," he said. "Tate killed my brother?"
    I picked my way through the possibilities, not wanting to commit myself to a course of action just yet. "I don't know," I said. "When the shooting started, I hit the pavement."
    "You didn't see Tate with a gun?"
    "Well, I knew Tate had a gun, but I don't know what he did with it because I wasn't looking."
    "What about Chago? You knew he was hit. Who you think did that?"
    "I have no idea. Honestly. I didn't have a clue what was happening. All I know is Tate and I run into Bibianna, we go next door for a bite to eat, and next thing I know these two goons show up and take Bibianna off at gunpoint. Shooting breaks out, cops show up. Bibianna and I are hauled off to jail…"
    I was on slightly safer ground here because I knew Dawna had disappeared about the time Chago was hit. I was working on the assumption that she didn't have any idea what had gone on after that. Actually, I wasn't as nervous about the current subject as I was about the possibility of her remembering she'd seen me at the California Fidelity offices.
    She'd been studying my face, her brow furrowed with one of those quizzical looks that indicate a marine layer blanking out memory. Any minute now the fog might begin to lift. "She's bullshitting you, Raymond."
    "Just let me handle this," he said irritably. He turned away and lit a cigarette, watching my face as he took the first drag of smoke.
    The phone rang. The four of us turned and stared. Luis moved first, picking up the receiver. "Hello?" He listened briefly, then covered the mouthpiece with his right palm. "Cop on the line says they found the car."
    Raymond took the phone. "Hello?… Yeah, this is him… Anybody hurt? Oh, really. Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Where is that? Uh-huh… yeah. Where's the car now? Yeah, right. I know the place… Hun, he did? Hey, that's too bad."
    Raymond got off the phone with a glance at Luis. "Bibianna had an accident up in Topanga Canyon. Chopper pushed the Caddy off a cliff, from what this guy says."
    "No shit," Luis said.
    I could feel my heart beating in my throat. "What happened to Bibianna? Is she okay?"
    Raymond waved dismissively. "Don't worry about it.
    She's at St. John's. Get a jacket, baby-doll. We got work to do." He flashed a grin at Luis. "This is great. Caddy's totaled. We're talking twenty-five hundred bucks." He caught sight of my face. "What are you lookin' at? I got a legitimate auto claim here," he said self-righteously.
    "What about me?" Dawna said, protesting.
    "You can come with us if you want or you can stay here and sleep. You look beat. We'll be back in an hour and then go over to the funeral home."
    She stared indecisively, then conceded. "You go on. I'll grab some