Bloodlines

She proceeded to tell us of her relationship with Gus Ronden, and her certainty that he had murdered Rose Ha

She talked about that night, about being told by Gus that their boss had a big plan for them, of the role she’d played in setting up Jack for a beating- she shot an anguished look at me as she told about that. She told of going back to the house, escaping to Mexico with Lew Hacker, and marrying him there. She said she came back to the U.S. after he died, got a fake ID, and married her second husband. “I’m not telling you my new name or my husband’s name or any of that, because Lex will go after my kids. I know he’s older than dirt, but if he’s drawing breath, he’ll do harm where he thinks he has a right to do it.”

She got a little flustered at that point, and Bre

“We never saw him,” she said. “Only person I ever saw giving Gus orders was Griffin Baer. For a long time I thought he was this Lex, and that was another reason I didn’t think it would do any good to come forward-Griff was dead. But then, back in 1978, these Yeager guys were caught by the police, and I realized Griff was co

“Why didn’t you come forward in 1978?” the D.A. asked.

“We agreed,” Bre

“Sorry,” he said.

“I didn’t come forward,” she said, “because the guy who had the D.A.’s job before you messed up and let those guys get away with murder. They’re out now, aren’t they? Have been for years.”

Frank and all the other representatives of the police were suddenly putting their hands over their mouths, hiding smiles.

“Plus,” she said, “I thought the boss’s name might really be Lex Talionis.”

“Lex talionis!” the D.A. said.

“For those of you who may not know,” Bre

Betty said, “You should tell them that part, Mr. Bre

He nodded. “I believe by adopting the name Lex Talionis, the person who chose it was a

“Whatever he thought he was,” Betty said, “his name was Mitch Yeager.”

But when more questions were asked, it was clear that she had only guessed this relatively recently. She had seen Griffin Baer and Yeager together, but did not know that Yeager was more than a friend of Baer’s at the time, and had no solid proof that Lex Talionis was Yeager. “Although I might have,” she said, a little defiantly.

“If you please,” Bre

“Be

The questions began, but once more, Bre

“Well, there’s one other thing. Griff had an office. I never saw him use it, so maybe it wasn’t his after all-maybe it was Mitch Yeager’s. I was kind of snooping around in there on the night before all this stuff happened. I had gone out to the farm with Gus, and Griff wanted to show him something outside. He said he was going to borrow my car and drive him out somewhere in the field to show him something. I was supposed to just sit there, waiting for him, while this was going on.”

She paused, and took a drink of water.

“Now, looking back on it, I suppose they were trying to figure out how big of a hole he’d need for my car. I didn’t know that then. I just knew he was going to get my car dirty, and I was mad. So I went into the office and decided to have a look through the desk. I’m not proud of this, or much of anything from those days, but I thought there might be some money stashed away there, and so I took a look. There was this drawer with a false back to it. You know the kind I mean?”

Everyone nodded.

“I saw this pink envelope.” She smiled wistfully. “In those days, I was crazy about pink. I knew Griff was married, so I figured, ‘Well, here’s a little insurance, in case I need it one day,’ because a girl in my… in the situation I was in back then…never feels too certain of the future. Anyway, I heard the car- Gus and Griff coming back to the house-so I stuffed the envelope into my purse, and put the drawer back like it was, and got myself out of there before they could see what I was up to.” She looked to Bre

“Ms. Bradford kept the envelope over the years,” he said. “Although she opened it, and looked at the contents, they are intact.”He handed a large manila envelope to the D.A., who opened and tilted it. A small pink envelope slid out onto the table, making a sound that seemed to indicate there was something metal in it. It sat untouched for a moment. The D.A. looked to Frank. Ever-prepared homicide detective that he is, my husband had a pair of latex gloves with him. He handed them to the D.A., who put them on, then gently lifted the flap of the envelope. He tipped it over the desk and out spilled a silver locket. It was shaped like a shamrock. The chain was broken and had dark stains on it that might be rust. Or blood. I stared at it in shocked recognition.

“Have you and Mr. Bre

“Just me,” she said. “He only looked at it.”

“It’s Maureen’s,” I said, finding my voice.

I had everyone’s attention.

“It’s Maureen O’Co

“O’Co

“The reporter’s sister,” Frank said. “She was murdered in 1945. Irene, are you sure…?”

“I’ve got a photo of her wearing it. I didn’t realize it was a locket, but it looks just like this one.”

The D.A. asked for a copy of the photo. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, still trying to get the combination of rage and relief and sadness I felt under control. In spite of the company and the situation, Frank reached over and squeezed my hand.

“You okay?”

I nodded again, took a deep breath. “What’s inside?”

The D.A. gently opened it. The locket had a thin middle section, so that it held four small photos in its hinged compartments. The first ones were two handsome young men, the youngest no more than a teenager. The second, a man and a woman. I recognized the faces. “Co

The questions began again. Frank asked Betty about Gus’s associates, and in a way that seemed to spark some memories. I was glad for this interlude-it helped me to focus again.

Frank seemed to get some kind of high sign from his lieutenant. While they conferred, Bre