Secrets To The Grave Part 9
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"Cal came by earlier and told me about Marissa. I don't even know what to say. How can something like that happen? It's a nightmare."
"Did you know Ms. Fordham well?" Hicks asked.
"I've known Marissa socially since she moved here. Her daughter was just a baby then. She did that remarkable poster for us," she said, pointing to a two-feet-by-three-feet framed print on one wall of her office.
The poster depicted the Thomas Center logo-a stylized woman with her arms raised in victory-against a rich backdrop of magenta and purple, lavender and pink.
"We've raised a lot of money selling the prints," she said.
"Were you friends?" Mendez asked.
"We were friendly. Milo Bordain, who sponsors her, is also a big supporter of the center. We would see each other at dinners and so on. I have a couple of Marissa's paintings at my house. She did some wonderful work in the plein air style."
"Do you know anything about her private life?" Mendez asked.
"Not really. She volunteered some time here as a guest teacher in our art therapy program. She came to fund-raisers. I saw her at gallery parties."
"You didn't know her daughter's father?"
"No. I never heard her speak of him."
"Did you ever see her in the company of a man?"
"At functions from time to time. I saw her with Mark Foster a couple of times. I saw her with Don Quinn a couple of times."
"Don Quinn from Quinn, Morgan?" Mendez asked. Quinn, Morgan and a.s.sociates was a local law firm that did a lot of pro bono work for the center. The Morgan of Quinn, Morgan was Steve Morgan, Sara Morgan's husband.
"Who is Mark Foster?" Hicks asked, taking notes.
"Mark Foster is the head of the music department at McAster," she said. "But I didn't get the impression Marissa was serious about anyone. They looked like casual dates. You know, Guest Plus One. She was fun. She liked to laugh. She was a very devoted mother.
"Milo would be able to help you more than I can," she said. She flipped through her Rolodex for Bordain's address and jotted it down on a piece of paper, then handed it across the desk. "She'll be devastated. Marissa was like the daughter she never had."
Mendez took the piece of paper and tucked it inside his little notebook as he rose from his chair. "We'll speak to her. Thank you for your time."
As they started toward the door, Jane Thomas asked, "Marissa's daughter-have you heard anything? Will she be all right?"
She held up a hand before Mendez could draw a breath to answer. "What am I thinking? She witnessed her mother's murder. What could be all right after that?"
14.
Don Quinn was a good-looking guy in his late fifties-tan, a mane of silver hair, chiseled features, wide white smile. He could have been an actor on one of the prime-time soaps. He could have been the roving guest star who appeared one night as a deadly doctor on Murder, She Wrote Murder, She Wrote, and as an oil tyc.o.o.n days later on Dynasty Dynasty.
Here in Oak Knoll he played the role of senior partner of a successful law firm.
The John Forsythe smile dropped away when Mendez told him why they were in his office.
"Oh my G.o.d," he said, sinking down into his leather executive's desk chair. He aged suddenly as the tan seemingly drained from his face.
"We understand you sometimes saw Ms. Fordham socially," Hicks began.
Quinn didn't respond for several moments as he tried to absorb the shock of the news.
"No offense intended, Mr. Quinn," Mendez said, "but you seem considerably older than Ms. Fordham."
Though he clearly didn't want anyone to think of him as "older," Mendez thought. The man was in great shape, dressed in a black T-s.h.i.+rt under his tan sport coat. Probably the only reason he didn't dye his hair was that it made such a striking contrast to his tan.
Quinn shook off whatever memories had been playing through his mind. "Marissa and I have gone out a few times. Not lately. She was a lovely young woman. Interesting, vivacious. Is there some reason I shouldn't have enjoyed her company?"
"Your wife, maybe?" Mendez said, shooting a pointed look to a framed family photo on the bookshelves behind Don Quinn. Quinn, Mrs. Quinn-a slightly plump woman his own age, and two good-looking kids-a boy and a girl in their late teens or early twenties. The trendy Quinns posed on a sandy beach, all of them in khaki pants and French blue turtlenecks.
"I'm divorced," Quinn said. "Was it a robbery?"
"No."
"Oh my G.o.d. Someone murdered her? Why?"
"We were hoping you might be able to shed some light on that subject for us," Hicks said. "When did you last see her?"
"I saw her at fund-raiser for local school music programs back in September."
"You were together?"
"No. She was with Mark Foster. Marissa and I were friends. We dated off and on. It wasn't serious."
"Do you know if she was serious with Mr. Foster?"
"No," Quinn said dismissively. "Marissa enjoyed the company of men. She was a delightful date. But she only let you get just so close and no closer. I always imagined she'd been hurt badly by someone-presumably Haley's father.
"Haley!" he said, realization dawning. "Oh my G.o.d. Where is Haley? Was she ... ?"
"She was taken to the hospital," Hicks said. "We don't know the extent of injuries at this point."
"Oh, no. That just makes me feel sick."
"So Marissa and Mark Foster were dating?" Mendez asked, steering them back on point.
"They were friends."
"Like you were friends?" Hicks asked.
"Not exactly. Mark occasionally needs a date for a function. Marissa was happy to step in."
"I don't understand," Mendez said.
"I don't think Mark really dates women," Quinn said.
"He's gay?"
He shrugged. "In the closet. That's my impression. He's a nice guy. It's n.o.body's business."
"But there might be some members on the board of McAster who wouldn't be happy."
"It may be a liberal arts school, but not everyone on the board takes that word 'liberal' to heart," Quinn said. "You know, it wasn't five months ago the Supreme Court ruled h.o.m.os.e.xual activity between consenting adults in the privacy of a home is not protected by the Const.i.tution. Men like Mark have to be discreet. I think Marissa was his beard."
"And you don't think she was serious about anyone else?" Mendez said.
Quinn shook his head. "No. Marissa was a free spirit. She enjoyed her life. She enjoyed her daughter. She didn't need a man to complete her emotionally."
"What about financially?" Hicks asked. "She has a nice place out there. Had to cost some bucks. Was she that successful as an artist?"
"She did well as an artist, but I don't think she needed the money," Quinn said. "I think she has family money."
"What do you know about her family?"
"East Coast. Rhode Island, I think. She never spoke of them. It seemed to be a sore subject."
"Were you her attorney as well as her friend?" Mendez asked.
"No. Steve helped her set up a trust for her daughter. That's been the extent of her business with us."
"Was he friends with her too?" Mendez asked, wondering why Sara hadn't mentioned the connection earlier. He probably shouldn't have been surprised. She had already had the unflattering light of police scrutiny illuminate the flaws in her marriage. Why invite that again?
Quinn frowned. "He wasn't sleeping with her, if that's what you mean."
"Like he wasn't sleeping with Lisa Warwick?" Mendez challenged.
"You never had any proof he had an affair with Lisa."
"It's not against the law to cheat on your wife," Mendez said, feeling himself get a little hot under the collar. "We're not going to spend tax-payer dollars trying to prove the guy is an adulterer. But it doesn't speak well for his character, does it?"
"Steve is a fine person," Quinn said firmly as he sat back in his expensive leather chair-withdrawing from the interview. "He works hard. He gives back to the community. He's a good father."
"He's just not a good husband," Mendez said. "I guess everybody has their flaws."
"I don't see why we're talking about this, Detective," Quinn said. He propped his elbows on the armrests of the chair and made a tent with his hands-subconsciously putting a physical barrier between them. "Someone murdered Marissa Fordham. It wasn't me, and it wasn't Steve. You should look elsewhere."
"Is he in today?" Mendez asked.
"I believe he's in a meeting with a client."
And if he wasn't, Don Quinn was going to make d.a.m.n sure he pretended he was. Mendez figured he'd be on the phone to his partner's office the instant he and Hicks stepped out the door.
He glanced at his watch. 4:42. The office would close soon. Steve Morgan would leave and head home-or elsewhere.
Mendez rose from his chair. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Quinn."
"If you think of anything that might be helpful to the investigation, please give us a call," Hicks said, setting a business card on the desk.
"What's with the hard-on for Steve Morgan?" Hicks asked as they walked back to the car parked down the street at a meter.
"The guy rubs me the wrong way," Mendez said. "He's got a beautiful wife, a beautiful daughter, a beautiful home, and he's a f.u.c.king dog. There was no doubt in my mind he was sleeping with Lisa Warwick-who ended up murdered. Now he's got a connection to Marissa Fordham-also murdered."
"Peter Crane killed Lisa Warwick," Hicks pointed out.
"I know. I just don't like coincidence."
"You just don't like Steve Morgan."
"No, I don't. Do you?"
"He doesn't mean anything to me one way or the other. He's just another name on the list of people to talk to regarding our victim."
"Then let's," Mendez said as they got in the car.
"You want to wait for him here?" Hicks asked. "Go back and park ourselves in the office?"
"No. I'd say we go park in front of his house, but there's no guarantee he's going home when he leaves here. Let's go around the back and catch him coming out."
They didn't have to wait long.
They had just pulled down the alley when Steve Morgan came out the back door of the Quinn, Morgan offices. He was tall and lanky with a mop of sandy, wavy hair; the kind of guy who would look good with a tennis racket in his hand and a sweater tied around his neck.
Mendez pulled the sedan in directly behind Morgan's black Trans Am, blocking his exit.
"Slipping out early?" he asked as Morgan got out of the car.
If Morgan was annoyed, he did a good job of masking it.
"Detectives. Don just told me about Marissa Fordham. She was a friend of my wife's. I want to break the news to Sara before she sees it on TV."
"She knows," Mendez said. "As it happens, she had an appointment with Ms. Fordham this morning. I've already spoken with her."
Morgan sighed. "Oh G.o.d, she must be upset."
"She didn't call you?"
"I've been in and out of the office today. I saw she left a couple of messages, but I haven't had time to call her back."
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