When he got back upstairs to the bedroom, Frannie was in her pajamas in the bed. She put her book down. "Where'd you go off to?"
"Just downstairs, locking up, that's all."
She gave him a quizzical look. "Is everything okay?"
"Fine," Hardy said. "Everything's fine."
THE QUESTIONS ATE AWAY at Hardy for the rest of the weekend, and at seven-thirty Monday morning he called Darrel Bracco on his cell phone from home. The inspector seemed glad to hear from him at such an early hour, and told Hardy that they still hadn't located Hanna Bowen's diary but that yesterday he'd talked to one of Hanna's best friends, a woman named Nora Bonner, and gotten what he called pretty strong corroboration for Jenna's opinion that her mother had not been suicidal. Bonner and Hanna had gone out to dinner two days before she died, and all she'd been able to talk about was what she kept calling her husband's murder.
"Hanna didn't by any chance mention who she thought had killed him?"
"She thought it was something he was working on, but didn't know what. Evidently, he didn't talk about his cases at home."
"So why did she think it was that?"
"The last couple of days, he told her he thought he was onto something big, that he might actually be doing some real good."
"But he didn't say what it was?"
"He didn't want to jinx it before he had some answers."
"So why didn't she, Hanna, tell that to the police earlier? If Charlie was looking into something big-"
"Because nobody was looking at Charlie's case, that's why. It wasn't a homicide, remember?"
"All right," Hardy said, "let me ask you this. If Hanna was trying to find what Charlie was doing, how was she investigating it?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out. If it were me, I'd probably have gone to Bowen's secretary. Or maybe he was using a private eye. But the problem is this is all ancient history now. Bowen's gone most of a year. Who's gonna know, or remember?"
"The secretary might."
"Right. And she was?"
"It'll be in his admin records. While we're looking in the files anyway. Then you just track her, or him, down. Hopefully still in town, probably with another firm. Or-here's a possible shortcut-maybe the daughter knew."
"That's worth checking. I'll ask her." Bracco paused. "Can I ask you one?"
"Sure."
"Last time we talked at your office, you didn't seem too enthusiastic about the odds of getting anything out of all this. Now you're calling me before I'm in at work. Did something happen I might want to know about?"
Hardy took a beat. "That's a fair question. The answer is yeah, although it's all still pretty nebulous. I'm working on the appeal for one of Bowen's cases that was hanging fire when he disappeared. Evan Scholler. Some of the witnesses I'm hoping to talk to might have developed a motive to kill Bowen."
"You're shitting me."
"It's a long way from established, but it's something I'm looking at. I talked to Glitsky about it over the weekend."
"What does he say?"
"What does Abe usually say?"
"Not much."
"That's what he said this time too. But I'm thinking if you can find some independent confirmation looking into Hanna's last days, maybe that she had tried to contact these same people-"
"What are their names?"
"It's a family. The Khalils." Hardy spelled it for him. "The father and mother were killed about four years ago in Redwood City, and everybody thought my guy Scholler had done it. Now, maybe not."
"So these Khalils killed their own parents?"
"No, but they might have killed the guy Scholler got sent up for. If you're keeping score, his name was Ron Nolan. Anyway, I've got my investigator looking into this too. So, yeah, I'd say it's heating up, but it might all fizzle and go away."
"I should talk to these people too. The Khalils."
"Well." Hardy temporized. "First we've got to find out exactly who we're talking about, and at this point, we don't have any idea. It's a big family. And you're already well along on Hanna's last hours. If you get something solid there, you're ahead of me and then you've really got something to talk to these people about. Meanwhile, I keep scratching. And call you if I get anything real."
"With respect, sir. If Charlie Bowen's a murder, it's police work."
"I couldn't agree more, Inspector. I'm just trying to find grounds that'll fly for my appeal. But Hanna Bowen's murder, if it was that, is police work too. And it's way fresher."
Bracco paused a little longer this time. "We ought to stay in touch."
"That's my plan. If you notice, I made this phone call, for example. I've got no desire to work your case, Inspector. Really. I just want to get my client out of jail."
Bracco let out a little laugh. "God, that just sounds so wrong. My clients, all I want to do is put 'em
