"She'll know soon enough," Dean answered. Burgess didn't press him. "Aren't you afraid Jonathan Winston might show up?"
"He's already gone. He thinks I am too."
"And he still thinks you're Jeffrey Byrne." Dean fidgeted in his seat, an arm's length from the door and half an arm length from a light switch.
"Stop moving around-I've still got the gun and I'll use it. And yeah, I'm Jeffrey Byrne to him. But you know better, smart ass, don't you?"
"I figured two people found that money-Byrne and you. I'm a bit fuzzy on some of the details but I'm sure Jeffrey Byrne is dead and you played his part so well, even Jonathan Winston never considered he was chasing someone else."
"How come you made me? Did you recognize my voice?" Burgess spoke in a low tone but showed no reluctance to talk. Dean was more than willing to accommodate him while he hoped Fred could locate Winston.
"I only heard your voice once-when you biked up to Bascomb Place. I didn't recognize it this afternoon. The clincher was your not knowing about the Byrnes' dream of sipping manhattans in Frisco."
"I didn't want to meet with you. There was too much that could go wrong, but Winston insisted."
"I had my suspicions earlier. There were other hints-lots of them. Too much took place in Scranton-the mail drop, the newspaper, buying the motor home. Jeffrey Byrne spent very little time there-far too few hours to accomplish all of that business. That's why I eliminated the World Wide guy Brunel in Norfolk from consideration in spite of the trouble I had running him down and the coincidence he's now in Colorado. Norfolk was too far from Scranton. You rented that apartment for an address to set up a false identity and a place to keep the dough. That's why you changed the lock so snoopy Mrs. Glass wouldn't stumble on it. It certainly was convenient-in the same building and across the hall from your apartment." Burgess grunted, but said nothing. Dean continued. "You messed up with the newspaper too. Byrne had no reason to subscribe to it weeks before the skip date. He was getting the paper at home. You weren't. You wanted to know what was happening back in Parkside-if there was any mention of the money or Byrne reporting it. There was the Cece Baldwin business-you were a tad too pleased I discovered your anonymous thousand-dollar present to her. That was just one more way you tried to make us believe Byrne was still alive. What did you do, use the address on the postcard he'd filled out for her before you killed him?"