I felt my heart start to thump. "Really. Who?"
"Coroner, couple cops. Homicide detective named Jonah Robb," he said. He put one elbow on the table, tapping with his index finger while he stared out across the room.
"Ah. Tracking down the stories going around about me."
His gaze slid back to mine. "That's right. I might as well tell you, from the perspective of the sheriff's department, you're okay, but I've heard rumbles I don't like and I'm concerned."
"I'm not all that comfortable myself, but I don't see any way around it. Responding to rumors only makes you look guilty and defensive. I know because I tried it and got nowhere."
He stirred restlessly. He turned in the seat until he was facing me squarely, his hands laced in front of him. His voice dropped a notch. "Listen, I know about your suspicions. Why don't you tell me what you have and I'll do what I can to help."
I said, "Great," wondering why I didn't sound more sincere and enthusiastic. I thought about it briefly, experiencing a frisson of uneasiness. "I'll tell you what concerns me at the moment. A plainclothes detective or someone posing as one-showed up at a fleabag hotel in Santa Teresa with a warrant for Toth's arrest. The Santa Teresa Sheriff's Department has no record of an outstanding warrant anywhere in the system, so the paper was probably bogus, but I don't have a way to check that because I don't have access to the computer."
"I can run that," he said smoothly. "What else?"
I found myself choosing my words with care. "I think the guy was a phoney, too. He might have been a cop, but I think he misrepresented himself."
"What name did he give?"
"I asked about that, but the clerk I talked to wasn't on the desk that day and he claims the other fellow didn't get a name."
"You think it was someone in our department," he said, making it a statement, not a question.
"Possibly."
"Based on what?"
"Well, doesn't the timing seem a tiny bit coincidental?"
"How so?"
"Tom wanted to talk to Toth in connection with Pinkie Ritter's death. The other guy got there first and that was the end of poor old Alfie. Tom was a basket case starting in mid-January when Toth's body turned up, right?"
"That's Selma's claim." Rafer's manner was now guarded and he started tapping, the tip of his index finger drumming a rapid series of beats. Maybe he was sending me a message in Morse code.
"So isn't it possible this is what Tom was brooding about? I mean, what else could it be?"
"Tom was a consummate professional for thirty-five years. He was the investigating officer in a homicide matter that I would say, yes, captured his interest, but no, did not in any way cause him to lie awake at night and bite his nails. Of course he thought about his work, but it didn't cause his heart attack. The idea's absurd."
"If he was under a great deal of stress, couldn't that have been a contributing factor?"
"Why would Toth's death cause him any stress at all? This was his job. He never even met the man, as far as I know."
"He felt responsible."
"For what?"
"Toth's murder. Tom believed someone gained access to his notebook where he'd jotted down Toth's temporary address and the phone number at the Gramercy."
"How do you know what Tom believed?"
"Because that's what he confided to another sheriff's investigator."
"Colleen Sellers."
"That's right."
"And Tom told her this?"
"Well, not explicitly. But that's how the killer could have found Toth and murdered him," I said.
"You still haven't said why you suspect someone from our department."
"I'll broaden the claim. Let's say, someone in law enforcement."
"You're fishing."
"Who else had access to his notes?"
"Everyone," he said. "His wife, his son, Brant. Half the time, the house was unlocked. Add his cleaning lady, the yard man, his next-door neighbor, the guy across the street. None of them are involved in law enforcement, but any one of them could have opened his front door and walked right in. And what makes you so sure it wasn't someone in Santa Teresa? The leak didn't necessarily come from this end."
I stared at him. "You're right," I said. He had a point.
The tapping stopped and his manner softened. "Why don't you back off and let us handle this?"