V Is for Vengeance

business about the woman’s high heels and handbag side by side on the front seat of her car and the absence of a note. Phillip’s wallet and his shoes were arranged just like that in his Porsche and he didn’t leave a note either.”
    Diana said, “Now she’s convinced he didn’t kill himself and here we are with Marvin who feels the same way.”
    I thought the analogy was thin but I wanted to hear the rest of it. “The police in Vegas must have investigated your boyfriend’s death.”
    “They blew me off,” Melissa said. “All I wanted was someone to look into it and tell me if he did it on purpose or not. I didn’t really believe it, but I figured that was just me in denial. Like maybe he was in over his head and this was his only way out.”
    Diana said, “She got her tires slashed.”
    “I was getting to that,” Melissa said sharply.
    “Sorry.”
    “Phillip had been to Vegas three times in three weeks and lost a bundle playing poker, or so the detective said. It still didn’t sit right because his parents are loaded and they’d have come to his rescue if he was in that much trouble. I explained all this and the cops shut me down. I wasn’t happy about it, but I knew they heard stories like this all the time and I didn’t expect special treatment. Then the vandalism started. I got my tires slashed, my apartment broken into, and all my ski gear stolen.”
    “You needed ski gear in Vegas?” I asked.
    “No, no. I was working in Vail, which is where I went after college, just for something to do. Phillip used to come up and visit every couple of months. We both loved to ski and it was easy to work all year long because it’s so beautiful up there. A lot of people come in the summer as well.”
    “Can I say something?” Diana asked.
    I pointed at Diana, as though calling on her.
    She said, “A friend of hers—this was someone who worked at one of the Vegas casinos—told Melissa she must have stepped on some toes because she had the same thing happen to her when she complained about this goon who roughed her up one time. Guy’s name was Cappi Dante. He just got out of prison on a conviction for assault. His family lives here in town. His older brother’s a loan shark. You might have heard of him, Lorenzo Dante? This is junior, not senior, though I understand the dad was just as bad in his day.”
    Dodie had just mentioned Lorenzo Dante, the loan shark from whom Pinky had borrowed two grand. “I know the name but I’ve never met the man.”
    “Melissa found out Phillip borrowed ten grand from him and that’s what he lost at poker shortly before he died.”
    “Or was killed,” Melissa corrected.
    “Are you telling me this loan shark’s reach stretched from Vegas to Vail?”
    “Look. All I know is what happened when I made a stink. I’d heard Dante’s name and I thought the Vegas police should be told. Then the problems started and I took my cue. I packed up my stuff and came back to Santa Teresa because my parents are here and I really felt I needed to hang out someplace safe. Now I’m living with them and working as a nanny, so my name doesn’t appear in public records, like telephone and utility hookups.”
    “And you explained this to Sergeant Priddy?”
    “Every word of it. I told him Audrey’s suicide and Phillip’s were identical and I thought they should contact the Las Vegas police about reopening the case to see if there was a link to Lorenzo Dante here.”
    “Police don’t always appreciate being told their business,” I remarked.
    Diana said, “Now she’s scared. She thinks she saw Sergeant Priddy drive past her parents’ house, like he wants her to know he knows where she lives.”
    “The car was dark green, but I couldn’t tell you what kind.”
    “So what do you think?” Diana asked, in a rare concession that I might have something to contribute.
    “I don’t know what to think, but here’s my take on it: You made a mistake going to the Santa Teresa police. Len Priddy works vice and he’s handling the shoplifting angle of Audrey’s case. The Santa Teresa County Sheriff’s homicide detectives are the ones in charge of the death investigation. You should drive out to Colgate and tell them.”
    “You think they’ll take her seriously?”
    “Well, I know for sure they won’t drive past her house, scaring her out of her wits.”

26

    NORA

    Dante had given her a key to the beach house. In her mind’s eye she was already there, waiting for him