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said.
    â€œShe might have been blackmailed. She might have been coerced. For all we know, she was working undercover for the police, which they would never admit.”
    â€œWhat makes you say that?” For the first time, she was sounding “off,” and I felt myself step back, viewing her with caution.
    â€œBecause we’d sue them, that’s why. If she got killed in the line of duty? We’d go after them.”
    I sat and stared at her. “Janice, I worked for the Santa Teresa Police Department myself for two years. They’re serious professionals. They don’t enlist the services of amateurs. In a vice investigation? I find that hard to believe.”
    â€œI didn’t say they
did
. I didn’t accuse anyone because that would be slander or libel or one of them. I’m just telling you what’s possible.”
    â€œSuch as?”
    She seemed to hesitate, thinking about it. “Well. Maybe she was about to blow the whistle on whoever made the film.”
    â€œTo what end? It’s not against the law to make a pornographic film these days.”
    â€œBut couldn’t it be a cover for something else? Some other kind of crime?”
    â€œSure, it
could
, but let’s back up a minute and let me play devil’s advocate here. You told me the cause of death was undetermined, which means the coroner’s office couldn’t say with any certainty what she died of, right?”
    Reluctantly. “That’s right.”
    â€œHow do you know she didn’t have an aneurysm or astroke or a heart attack? With all the allergies she suffered, she might have died from anaphylactic shock. I’m not saying you’re wrong, but you’re making a big leap here without a shred of proof.”
    â€œI understand. I guess it sounds crazy to you, but I know what I know. She was murdered. I’m absolutely sure of it, but I can’t get anyone to listen, and what am I supposed to do? I’ll tell you something else. She had quite a lot of money at the time she died.”
    â€œHow much?”
    â€œClose to five hundred thousand dollars’ worth of stocks and bonds. She had some money in CDs, but the bulk was in securities. She had five or six different savings accounts, too. Now where’d she get that?”
    â€œHow do you think she acquired it?”
    â€œMaybe somebody paid her off. To keep quiet about something.”
    I studied the woman, trying to assess her powers of reasoning. First, she claimed her daughter was being blackmailed or coerced. Now she was suggesting she was guilty of extortion. I set the issue aside temporarily and shifted my focus. “How did the police react to the tape?”
    Dead silence.
    I said, “Janice?”
    Her expression was stubborn. “I didn’t take it to them. I wouldn’t even show it to Mace, because he’d die of embarrassment. Lorna was his angel. He’d never be the same if he knew what she’d done.” She picked up the tape and put it back in the paper bag, folding the top down protectively.
    â€œBut why not show it to the cops? At least it would give them a fresh avenue . . .”
    She was already shaking her head. “No, ma’am. No way. I’d never in this world turn it over to them. I know better.That’s the last we’d ever see of it. I know it sounds paranoid, but I’ve heard of cases like this. Evidence they don’t like disappears into thin air. Get to court and it’s mysteriously vanished. Period, end of paragraph. I don’t trust police. That’s the point.”
    â€œWhy trust me? How do you know I’m not in cahoots with them?”
    â€œI have to trust someone. I want to know how she got into this . . . blue movie stuff . . . if it’s why she was killed. But I’m not trained. I can’t go back in time and figure out what happened. I have no way to do that.” She took a deep