By the time I got to the trailer park, the word had apparently spread. By some telepathic process, people were collecting in twos and threes, all staring at the trailer uncomfortably, chatting in low tones. The trailer door was closed and I heard nothing as I approached, but my appearance had generated conversation at my back.
A fellow stepped forward. "You a family friend? Because she's had bad news. I wasn't sure if you were aware," he said.
"I was there," I said. "She knows me. How long ago did the officers leave?"
"Two minutes. They were real good about it… talked to her a long time, making sure she was all right. I'm Fritzy Roderick. I manage the park," he said, offering me his hand.
"Kinsey Millhone," I said. "Is anybody with her now?"
"I don't believe so, and we haven't heard a peep. We were just talking among ourselves here… the neighbors and all… wondering if someone ought to sit with her."
"Is Lovella in there?"
"I don't know the name. Is she a relative?"
"Billy's ex-girlfriend," I said. "Let me see if I can find out what's going on. If she needs anything, I'll let you know."
"I'd appreciate that. We'd like to help any way we can."
I knocked at the trailer door, uncertain what to expect. Coral opened it a crack and when she saw it was me, she let me in. Her eyes were reddened, but she seemed in control. She sat down on a kitchen chair and picked up her cigarette, giving the ash a flick. I sat down on the banquette.
"I'm sorry about Billy," I said.
She glanced at me briefly. "Did he know?"
"I think so. When I found him, he was already in shock and fading fast. I don't think he suffered much if that's what you're asking."
"I'll have to tell Mom. The two cops who came said they'd do it, but I said no." Her voice trailed off, hoarse from grief or the head cold. "He always knew he'd die young, you know? Like when we'd see old people on the street, crippled or feeble. He said he'd never end up like them. I used to beg him to straighten up his act, but he had to do everything his way." She lapsed into silence.
"Where's Lovella?"
"I don't know," Coral said. "The trailer was empty when I got here."
"Coral, I wish you'd fill me in. I need to know what was going on. Billy told me three different versions of the same tale."
"Why look at me? I don't know anything."
"But you know more than I do."
"That wouldn't take much."
"Level with me. Please. Billy's dead now. There's nothing left to protect. Is there?"
She stared at the floor for a moment and then she sighed and stubbed out her cigarette. She got up and started clearing the table, running water in the tiny stainless steel kitchen sink. She squirted in Ivory Liquid, dropping silverware and plates into the mounting suds, talking in a low monotone as she worked. "Billy was already up at San Luis when Daggett got there. Daggett had no idea Doug was related to us, so Billy struck up an acquaintance. We were both of us bitter as hell."
"Billy told me he and Doug were never close."
"Bullshit. He just told you that so you wouldn't suspect him. The three of us were always thick as thieves."
"So you did intend to kill him," I said.
"I don't know. We just wanted to make him pay. We wanted to punish him. We figured we'd find a way once we got close. Then Daggett's cellmate died and he got all that money."
"And you thought that would compensate?"
"Not me. I knew I'd never be happy till the day Daggett died, but I couldn't do it myself. I mean, kill someone in cold blood. Billy was the one who said the money would help. We couldn't bring Doug back, but at least we'd have something. He always knew Daggett lifted the cash, but he didn't think he'd get away with it. Daggett gets out of prison and sure enough, he's home free. He starts throwin' money around. Lovella calls Billy and we decide to go for it."
"So the guys up at San Luis never did figure it out," I said.
"Nope. Once Billy saw Daggett was in the clear, we decided to rip him off."
"And Lovella was part of it?" Coral nodded, rinsing a plate, which she placed in the dish rack. "They got married the same week he got out, which suited us just fine. We figured if she didn't talk him out of it, she could steal it…" "And failing that, what?"