Private Scandals

circular reception desk fashioned from glass blocks. “May I help you?”
    “Beeker.” Jenner offered the receptionist his ID for inspection.
    “Mr. Beeker is in conference, Lieutenant. Will one of his associates be able to help you?”
    “Beeker,” he said again. “We’ll wait, but I’d buzz him if I were you.”
    “Very well.” Her friendly smile chilled a few degrees. “May I ask what this is in reference to?”
    “Murder.”
    “Nice touch,” Finn murmured when they wandered over to the deep-cushioned chairs in the waiting area. “Real Joe Friday stuff.” He took another look around. “Very elegant surroundings, for a P.I.”
    “A couple of clients like Angela Perkins means this guy nets in a month what I do in a year.”
    “Lieutenant Jenner?” The receptionist, obviously miffed, stood in the center of the room. “Mr. Beeker will see you now.” She guided them through another set of glass doors, past several offices. She knocked lightly on the door at the end of the hall, and opened it.
    Clarence Beeker was like his office, trim, subtly elegant and serviceable. He stood, a man of average height and slim build, behind his Belker desk. The hand he extended was fine-boned.
    His hair was graying dashingly at the temples, and he had a finely drawn face that was more handsome with the lines and crevices etched by time. His body was obviously trim beneath his Savile Row suit.
    “Might I see some identification?” His voice was smooth, like cool cream over rich coffee.
    Jenner was disappointed. He’d expected Beeker to be sleazy.
    He examined the shield after slipping on silver-framed reading glasses. “I recognize you, Mr. Riley. I often watchyour show on Tuesday nights. Since you’ve brought a reporter along, Detective Jenner, I assume this is an unofficial visit.”
    “It’s official enough,” Jenner corrected. “Mr. Riley’s here as a special liaison of the mayor’s.” Not by a flicker did Jenner or Finn react to the glib lie.
    “I’m honored. Please sit. Tell me what I can do for you.”
    “I’m investigating Angela Perkins’s murder,” Jenner began. “She was a client of yours.”
    “She was.” Beeker settled behind his desk. “I was shocked and distressed to read about her death.”
    “We have information leading us to believe that the deceased was blackmailing a number of people.”
    “Blackmail.” Beeker’s graying brows rose. “It seems a very unattractive term to be connected to a very attractive woman.”
    “It’s also an attractive motive for murder,” Finn put in. “You investigated people for Miss Perkins.”
    “I handled a number of cases for Miss Perkins over our ten-year association. Given the nature of her profession, it was advantageous for her to be privy to details, backgrounds, the personal habits of those she would interview.”
    “Her interest, and her use of those personal habits, might have led to her death.”
    “Mr. Riley, I investigated and reported for Miss Perkins. I’m sure you understand both those functions. I had no more control over her use of the information I provided than you do over the public’s use of the information you provide to them.”
    “And no responsibility.”
    “None,” Beeker agreed pleasantly. “We provide a service. Beeker Investigations has an excellent reputation because we are skilled, discreet and dependable. We abide by the law, Detective, and a code of ethics. Whether or not our clients do so is their business, not ours.”
    “One of your clients got her face shot off,” Jenner said shortly. “We’d like to see copies of the reports you wrote for Miss Perkins.”
    “I’m afraid, as much as I prefer to cooperate with the police, that would be impossible. Unless you have a warrant,” he said pleasantly.
    “You don’t have a client to protect, Mr. Beeker.” Jenner leaned forward. “What’s left of her is in a coffin.”
    “I’m aware of that. However, I do have a client. Mr. Gardner has this company under retainer. As the deceased’s husband and beneficiary, I am morally bound to accede to his wishes.”
    “Which are?”
    “To investigate his wife’s murder. To be frank, gentlemen, he’s dissatisfied with the police investigation to date. And as he was my client during his wife’s life, and continues to be after her death, I can’t ethically turn over my files without the proper warrant. I’m sure you understand my position.”
    “And you’ll understand mine,” Finn said