One Grave Too Many

parents.”
    “That’s a load of crap. She came back here and got them a couple of weeks ago. Been hanging on to them like they meant something.”
    “Crystal McFarland told the police that the coins were in the house until the Boones were killed.”
    “That’s a lie. How the fuck would she know anyway? Like Star’s father didn’t hate her worse than me.”
    “Dean, why don’t you tell me everything? I’m trying to find out who killed Star’s family. Right now, I don’t believe it was Star or you. Won’t you put the knife down and talk to me?”
    “I’ll hold on to the knife.”
    “Make yourself look innocent. You think I’m going to jump you if you put it down?”
    “No, but he will when he comes back.”
    “No, he won’t. Not if you don’t have a weapon. Look, if I know him, when he gets back he’ll have enough food for an army. We’ll all sit down in the dining room and talk.”
    As if on cue, Diane heard a car door slam. Dean gripped his knife tighter and looked at her, wide-eyed.

Chapter 15
    Diane held her breath as the door opened.
    “Hey, I called . . .”
    “Frank, this is Dean. He’s going to eat with us and tell us about himself and Star. I hope you brought enough food.”
    Frank stood in the front doorway, two large sacks of fast food in his arms, and stared at Diane and the teenager standing beside her.
    “Hello, Dean,” he said, stepping inside and kicking the door closed behind him. “Shall we go into the dining room?”
    The dining room, between the kitchen and foyer, was a bright yellow. Wilted parlor palms and peace lilies stood in the corners. Diane made a mental note to water them before she left. The round oak table had been dusted for fingerprints. She went into the kitchen to get something to use to wipe it off.
    She stopped for a moment to look around. All the appliances, including the mixer, were pink. The floor was a checkerboard of black-and-white tiles. The countertops were a classic fifties design of squares with rounded corners and tiny antennae—the iconic symbol of the popular new and powerful innovation of the time, the television screen. Louise Boone had loved her home, she had loved to decorate it and loved to make it fun. Diane wet some paper towels, took some all-purpose squirt cleaner from under the sink and went to the dining room to remove the detritus left from collecting evidence of Louise’s murder.
    They sat around the table and Frank pulled out the mounds of food he had brought back—cheeseburgers, corn dogs, chili-cheese pups, French fries, Cokes and a thermos full of coffee.
    Dean downed four Krystal cheeseburgers and was on his second corn dog before he said anything. “We were in Atlanta when her parents were killed.”
    “Is there anyone who will alibi you?” asked Frank.
    “Not anyone the police would believe.”
    “You said Star took the coins about two weeks ago,” said Diane. “Is there any proof of that?”
    He threw a French fry on the table. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”
    “That’s not it,” said Diane. “Star was arrested because of the coins. If we can show the police proof that she already had them, then we’ll have a better chance of getting her released.”
    “And proving that McFarland bitch is a liar? I don’t know. We came in when her parents were gone. She knew where they kept them. Said they were hers anyway, for her education. What would be proof? It’s not like she signed them out.”
    “Did anyone see them?”
    “Are you kidding? To Star they were the family jewels. She hid them, and even I didn’t know where they were.” Dean kicked his chair legs as he talked and fidgeted in his seat. He grabbed hold of a Coke and drank down half of it. “Is it true they used to be made with real coke—you know, cocaine?”
    “Early on, it was made with trace amounts of the coca leaf,” said Frank.
    Dean giggled. “I wish they still made it that way.” He pushed on his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Do you have anything for a headache?” He wiped his nose with a napkin.
    “I think I can probably find something,” said Frank. He left the table and came back in two or three minutes with a bottle of aspirin and gave Dean a couple.
    “Man, I need more than that.”
    “Start with that and I’ll give you some more later. Where have you and Star been living?”
    “Different places. I got this cousin in Atlanta.”
    “What’s his name?” Frank asked, picking up a chili-cheese pup and