Revae Dunn’s left eye twitches. Twice. She glances at her watch again.
“I don’t know,” she says. “You’ll have to ask him. Now if you gentlemen will excuse me.”
And she shows us the door.
“She’s lying,” I say the second we’re back in the parking lot.
“Actually,” says Ceepak, “I don’t believe she told us any lies. However, that does not mean she has told us the entire truth.”
“So now what?”
“I want to check in with Bill Botzong. See how we’re doing on the cyanide search.”
“And then?”
“Let’s head back to Williamsville. Spend a little more time with Revae’s sister.”
“You think Monae knows the whole story of what went on here?”
“Doubtful. But I am certain she will be able to shed some more light on the Rosen family dynamics.”
Yeah. Like why Michael was so excited about having a nephew he gave everybody involved in the process of bringing Little Arnie into the world a flashy new car-except, of course, the baby’s parents.
Ceepak lets me drive the Batmobile so he can make a quick call to Bill Botzong.
There’s nothing new to report on the cyanide front, but “they’re making progress” and have initiated contact with all the major suppliers.
“They’re focusing on those merchants with Internet sales sites,” Ceepak tells me. “Most likely that is where our killer made his or her purchase, hoping for a measure of anonymity.”
He’s right. People think they can erase their on-line tracks by clearing their computer’s web browser memory.
They can’t.
There’s always a nice trail of cookies for us to follow.
Monae offers us a cold Coke and a whole tube of Oreos.
“I’m rich,” she says. “Don’t have to drink that cheap Sam’s Cola from Wal-Mart anymore-or their Great Value ‘Twist And Shout’ sandwich cookies. Can you believe Arnie left me fifty thousand dollars? From now on, boys, it’s Coca-Cola and Double Stuff Oreos for Monae Dunn.”
“That pretty awesome,” I say. “But some people might think Dr. Rosen’s generous bequest gave you a motive to murder him.”
“Well, those people might also be stupid. You add up everything Michael has given me and my sister over the past year, fifty thousand dollars is what Dr. Rosen used to call bupkis. Chump change.”