N Is for Noose

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    "When did you first meet him?"
    "At a conference up in Redding a year ago. He was there by himself. I never did meet his wife. She didn't like to come with him, or at least that's what I heard. I gathered she was a bit of a pain in the ass. Not that he ever admitted it, but other people said as much. I don't know what her gig was. He always spoke of her like she was some kind of goddess." She pushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ears in a style that wasn't flattering. She put on her glasses again and I could see smears on the lenses.
    "Did you meet by chance or by design?"
    Colleen rolled her eyes and a weary smile played around her mouth. "I can see where you're headed, but okay… I'll bite. I knew he was going to be there and I looked him up. How's that?"
    I smiled back at her. "You want to tell it your way?"
    "I'd appreciate that," she said dryly. "Until the conference in Redding, I only dealt with him by phone. He sounded terrific so naturally, I Wanted to meet him in person. We hit it off right away, chatting about various cases we'd worked, at least the interesting ones. You know how it is, trading professional tales. We got talking department politics, his experiences versus mine, the usual stuff."
    "I don't mean to sound accusatory, but someone seemed to think the two of you were very chummy."
    "Chummy?"
    "That you were flirtatious. I'm just telling you what I heard."
    "There's no law against flirting. Tom was a doll. I never knew a man yet who couldn't use a little boost to his ego, especially at our age. My god. Who the hell's telling you this stuff? Someone trying to make trouble, I can tell you that."
    "How well did you know him?"
    "I only saw him twice. No, correction. I saw him three times. It was all work at first, starting with the case he was on."
    "What case was that?"
    "County sheriff up in Nota Lake found an apparent suicide in the desert, an ex-con named Ritter, who'd hung himself from a branch of a California white oak. Identification was confirmed through his fingerprints and Tom tracked him back as far as his release from Chino in the spring of 'eighty-one. Ritter had family in this area; Perdido to be precise. He talked to them by phone and they told him Ritter'd been traveling with a pal."
    "Alfie Toth," I supplied. I was curious to hear her version, but I didn't want her to think I was completely ignorant of the facts.
    "How'd you hear about him?" she asked.
    "Hey, I have my sources just like you have yours. I know Tom drove down here in June to look for him."
    "That's right. I was the one got a line on the guy. Toth had been arrested here on a minor charge. I called Tom and he said he'd be down within a day. This was mid-April. I told him I'd be happy to make the contact, but he preferred doing it himself. I guess he got caught up in work and it was June by the time he made it down here. By then, Toth was gone."
    "So Tom never talked to him?"
    "Not that I know of. As it turned out, Toth's body was the one found in January of this year. The minute the ID was made, I called Tom. The MO was the same for both Ritter and Toth and that was worrisome. The two deaths had to be related, but it was tough to determine what the motivation might have been."
    "From what I hear, the murders were separated by a five-year time gap. You have a theory about that?"
    I could see her mouth pull down and she wagged her head to convey her ambivalence. "This was one time when Tom and I didn't agree on anything. It could have been a double-cross… you know, a bank heist or burglary with Ritter and his sidekick betraying an accomplice. Fellow catches up with them and kills Ritter on the spot. Then it takes another five years to hunt down his pal, Toth."
    "What was Tom's idea?"
    "Well, he thought Toth might have been a witness to Ritter's murder. Something happens in the mountains and Pinkie Ritter dies. Toth manages to get away and eventually the killer catches up with him."
    I said, "Or maybe Alvin Toth killed Ritter and someone else came along and avenged Ritter's death."
    She smiled briefly. "As a matter of fact, I suggested that myself, but Tom was convinced the perpetrator was the same in both cases."
    I thought about Dr. Yee's assessment, which was the same as Tom's. "It would help if I knew how to get in touch with Ritter's family."
    "I can give you the phone number. I don't have it with me, but I could call you later if you like."
    "That'd be great. One other thing. I know this