V Is for Vengeance

department. The loss-prevention officer sent Claudia down to the second floor in case she tried to leave on the escalator.”
    That apparently sparked his recollection because he snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “Yeah, yeah. I remember now what she told me and here’s the deal. She had no idea why he stopped her. She wanted to be cooperative so she did what he said. She was mortified when she realized she had the stuff in her shopping bag. Because okay, she’d picked up a few things, but she decided to put ’em back. You know how it is. What do you call it, buyer’s remorse. Anyway, she was thinking of something else and it slipped her mind. She said it was a simple oversight that got blown out of proportion. It was stupid of her. She admitted that.”
    I was already shaking my head. “Don’t think so. Uhn-un. I’m not buying it.”
    “I’m just telling you what she said.”
    “I understand that, Marvin, but my guess is there’s more going on. I was a police officer for two years and I dealt with situations like this. People will tell you anything to get themselves off the hook. This wasn’t ‘a simple oversight.’ She was working with someone else, a younger woman who was stealing items from the same department.”
    His expression was pained and I could see his resistance surface. “What, like she and this other woman were confederates?”
    “That was my take on it. Audrey headed for the escalator and just as she reached the top, the woman she’d been talking with earlier came out of the ladies’ room. The two locked eyes and something flashed between them, one of those unspoken communications that happen when people know each other well. The younger woman turned around and went back to the ladies’ room.”
    “Well, there’s concrete proof,” he said, snidely.
    “You want to listen to me or not?”
    “Describe the woman.”
    “Forties, messy shoulder-length blond hair, no makeup. She had a little scar across here, between her chin and her lower lip.”
    “Doesn’t sound like anyone I know. Isn’t it possible you misunderstood what was going on?”
    “No.”
    “No doubt in your mind?”
    “None.”
    “What makes you so sure? From what you’ve said, you never saw these two women before in your life. Now suddenly you have them engaged in a criminal conspiracy. I’m not arguing the point. I want to know the basis for your belief.”
    “How about training and experience? The last ten years, I’ve made a living dealing with crime and criminals. It’s how I earn my keep.”
    “On the other hand, you’re so used to looking for bad guys, maybe that’s what you see regardless.”
    “You know something? I’m not sure it’s smart to talk about this right now. You have a lot to absorb and you’re still in shock. Maybe it’s better if we wait until you’ve had time to adjust.”
    “Skip that. I’m fine. I’m never going to adjust so please go on. Let’s get this out in the open so I know what I’m dealing with.”
    “Okay,” I said, infusing the word with skepticism.
    “Okay. So now Audrey’s on the escalator and then what?”
    “She set off the alarm as she left the store. The loss-prevention officer detained her just outside the door. Claudia Rines was with him when he took Audrey to the ground-floor Security offices. Once Audrey opened her bag and the stolen goods came to light, she tried to talk her way out of it. When that failed, she got hysterical.”
    “Well, think how she must have felt, ashamed and humiliated. When I picked her up, she was so upset she was shaking from head to toe and her hands were like ice. Once we got home, we had a couple of drinks and she calmed down some, but she was still a mess.”
    “Doesn’t that lend support to the idea she jumped? If she was that stressed out . . .”
    “No. Not so. Didn’t happen that way.”
    “Which puts us back where we started. So now it’s my turn to ask you, how can you be so sure?”
    “You didn’t know Audrey. I did. And don’t be snotty with me, young lady.”
    “Sorry. That wasn’t my intent,” I said. I thought about what he’d said, wondering if there was another approach. “Tell me about the arrest. What was she charged with?”
    “She wouldn’t talk about it and I didn’t press. She was already beside herself, so instead of dwelling on the bad stuff, I tried reassuring her. I said she’d be fine. We’d hire an attorney and he’d take care of it. I even told her the guy’s