“We’re looking into that,” Hank said.

“What about between Rocky Shaft and Maria?” Jake asked. “Could Rocky Shaft have killed his own brother because he’s having an affair with his brother’s wife? He lives with them and has the opportunity.”

“It’s a possibility,” Hank said. “That’s something we’re looking into, but it might be a hard thing to prove. And right now, King is interviewing Michael Norton’s list of family and friends. His objective is to dig up the whereabouts of Norton, but I’m sure he’ll be asking a lot of pointed questions while he’s at it.”

Hank continued, “I dropped by Michael Norton’s workplace on the way here. He’s never missed a day in recent history. He was there on Monday and clocked out as usual.”

“And his co-workers?” Jake asked.

“None of them could shed any light on this. He never had a run-in with anyone, and nothing seemed suspicious or out of place as far as they could tell.”

Jake waved the file folder. “You don’t have anything in here on Rocky Shaft.”

“He wasn’t there when I first went to see Mrs. Shaft. I dropped in again a few minutes ago and Rocky was there this time, but there’s no report yet.”

“What did you think of Rocky?” Annie asked.

“He’s a very angry man,” Hank said. “But that’s understandable, given the circumstances.”

“Did he have anything else to say?”

“Nothing new to add,” Hank said. “He basically repeated what I’ve heard before. But there was one interesting occurrence.”

“Regarding Rocky?” Annie asked.

“Regarding Lisa Krunk,” Hank said. “According to Maria, Lisa dropped by, and she and Rocky ended up succumbing to one of her interviews.”

Annie frowned. “Lisa’s interviews never go well. She always finds some way to make everyone look bad.”

“I wish they’d kept away from Lisa,” Hank said. “But Maria has a right to know how we’re proceeding, and she has a right to talk to the news people. There’s nothing we can do about that. And it’s important to get Norton’s picture out there. Right now, our goal is to track him down. There’s not much else we can do until that happens.”

“If you have no objections, Hank,” Annie said. “I’d like to pay Tammy Norton a visit this afternoon.”

“I have no objections,” Hank said.

Chapter 15

Tuesday, 1:38 p.m.

JAKE WAITED IN the office while Annie made a call to Tammy Norton. The woman said she would be home all afternoon and was eager to help in the investigation.

“I’d like to go now if you have nothing else to do,” Annie said to Jake after she hung up the phone.

“My schedule is open,” Jake said.

“Do you even have a schedule?”

“I keep it in my head. That way it never gets misplaced.”

Annie pushed back her chair and stood. “I’ll meet you outside, then.”

Jake grabbed his keys and pulled the Firebird from the garage. A minute later, Annie joined him and they roared from the driveway.

When they pulled up to the curb in front of the Norton residence a few minutes later, Jake glanced at the crumbling house. “What does this guy do for a living?”

“He’s a production line worker,” Annie said, as she opened her door and stepped out. “Meaning, he works on an assembly line.”

Jake got out of the car, glanced at the dark-blue Ford Probe in the driveway, and followed Annie up the pathway to the front door. She rang the bell.

Tammy Norton answered the door, a forced smile on her face. “Are you the Lincolns?”

“We are,” Annie said, and Tammy led them into the front room and motioned toward the couch while she sat in an armchair.

They sat down and Annie spoke first. “Mrs. Norton, I want to tell you up front, we’ve been retained by Maria Shaft to find your husband.”

“Please, call me Tammy, and I’m aware he’s a suspect. I’m sure he’s not guilty, and I’m as eager to find him as the police are. I’m so afraid something has happened to him.” Her smile was replaced with a worried frown.

“We realize you’ve already spoken to Detective Corning,” Jake said. “But we have a few questions for you.”

Tammy nodded, brushed back a strand of dark hair, and leaned forward.

Annie pulled a file folder from her large handbag and laid it in her lap. She smiled. “Tammy, Maria Shaft indicated her husband and yours haven’t associated since being released from prison, and you said the same to Detective Corning.” She opened the file folder, slipped out the printout of the 9-ball tournament, and handed it to Tammy. “Were you aware of this?”

Tammy took the paper and browsed it. Her frown deepened. “I knew Michael played 9-ball at the pub on occasion.” She waved the paper. “But I wasn’t aware Werner Shaft was part of it.”

“For some reason,” Jake said. “Both of them wanted to keep it from their wives.”

“But why?” Tammy asked, handing back the paper.

“We think they were involved in something together,” Annie said. “Something illegal.”

Tammy’s frown took over her whole face, revealing a hint of indignation. “That’s absurd.”

“Perhaps,” Annie said. “But Werner Shaft was murdered for some reason.”

Tammy reached on the stand beside her and pulled a tissue from a box. She wiped at some tears and took a deep breath. “Find my husband and this will all be cleared up.”

“We need your help with that,” Jake said. “So far, he has eluded the police.”

Tammy sobbed and wiped her face again. She shook her head slowly. “I don’t know where he is.”

Jake tilted his head and looked sideways at Annie. She was leaned forward, squinting at Tammy. She stood and moved closer to the woman and bent over. Tammy looked back, confusion on her face.

“Tammy, how did you get those marks on your face?”

The woman’s hand shot up, covering the side of her left eye.

Annie reached out and gently grasped Tammy’s wrist and tugged her hand away.

Jake leaned forward and peered closer. He could see a bruise by her left eye. It looked like she had tried to cover it with makeup, and wiped the covering away with her tears.

“I … hurt myself. I … slipped on the stairs and took a tumble.”

Tammy sat silently as Annie put her hand under the woman’s chin, tilting her head back. Annie rubbed at a spot, revealing another attempt at hiding a bruise.

Annie sat back down. “Tammy, did your husband do that?”

Tammy’s face took on a look of anger, and then it softened and she dropped her head. She sobbed and wiped away another tear, now making no attempt to hide the marks on her face.

“Tell me, Tammy. It’s important,” Annie said.

The woman kept her head bowed and nodded weakly.

“Does he beat you up?”

She shrugged one shoulder.

Annie stood and approached the woman again. She leaned down, put a hand under Tammy’s chin, and tilted her head up. “Tell me,” Annie said in a soft voice.

Tammy looked Annie in the eye and nodded. “Sometimes,” she said. “But I was ashamed to say anything about it.”

“Why are you defending him?” Jake asked.

Tammy’s nostrils flared and her face reddened. “Because he’s my husband.”

“Is that why you’re willing to help us?” Jake asked. “You’re afraid of him. You want him found, but you still think he’s innocent?”

Tammy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she said, “Yes, I’m afraid of him. He … he’s changed lately.” She narrowed her eyes. “He never used to be like this, but now …”

Annie waved the printout. “Did you know about their relationship?”

Tammy shook her head. “I honestly didn’t.”

“But you think he’s guilty of murder, don’t you?”

The woman’s shoulders slumped and she sighed. “No.”

“Other than yourself,” Jake asked. “Has he been violent toward others?”

“Not that I know of.” She paused. “He can get angry easily, but I’ve never seen him get into an altercation with anyone.”