Andy jutted her chin toward the door. “I’m sure one of the guys was probably here that night.”
“What about the camera behind the bar?”
“It’s pointed at the till, but it’ll probably show you my ass a few times if you want to see.”
It was a start at least. “Any other cameras on the premises?”
“Nope.” Another drag and a slow exhale. “Just the one to keep track of skimming.”
Less than thirty minutes later and Andromeda “Andy” Frangos was off the suspect list. Enough of her had been visible on the feed for them to verify her whereabouts for the Duncan murder, the Barclay attack, and even the reopened Emery case.
“Those ladies in that support group,” Rick asked Andy as they were heading out of the small business office where they had watched the camera feed. “Any of them ever talk about getting even, maybe strike you as a type to get some of their own back?”
Andy froze her eyes turning positively glacial. “Nope.” She replied slowly, letting the P pop at the end of the word. “And you’ve wasted enough of my time. I’ve got a bar to run.”
Rick nodded and held out his business card, “If you think of any-“
The woman cut him off, hands on hips and leaning forward to get in Rick’s face. “I’m not taking that because I’m not calling you, and honestly, if one of those women orallof them women are killing those assholes, then I say the world is a better place for it. So, no, I won’t help youdetective,” she sneered, the word detective sounding like an invective. “Do your own fucking job.” With that, she flipped them the middle finger and stormed back behind her bar.
Janet held her tongue as they walked back out into the weak sunshine while Rick grumbled, “I kind of want to arrest her just on principle now.”
Janet grimaced. “Well, lucky for you, being an opinionated asshole isn’t illegal.”
She had just opened the driver’s side door of her car when her cellphone rang and Janet immediately accepted the call. “Finally. Why haven’t you checked in before now?” She barked at the officer on the other end that had been assigned to tail Lillian Oremun.
“No cell service.”
Janet let out a low groan of frustration and sank down into the driver’s seat. “Fine. Sign out some sat phones and let your relief know so they can do the same. Anything to report?”
“Nothing.” Came the disappointing response. “Work and home. That’s it.”
“Fine. Keep me posted.”
When the call disconnected, Janet started the car. “With Miss Frangos off the list, and the other group members pretty much cleared, that means Lillian Oremun is our best bet. Thursday night, you and I are going to be on her like glue.”
Rick pulled the seatbelt over his thick middle and clicked it home. “You think she’ll kill again so soon? Even knowing we’re probably watching her?”
“I don’t think she’ll be able to help herself.”
