I repeated. To her nod, I protested, “But the front door was locked.” “I told you. She had a key, supposedly so she could get in to do those kitchen repairs.” “Wait a minute.” Some thoughts finally registered that should have occurred to me yesterday. “This isn’t making any sense. If Beverly had a key and you knew it, why didn’t either of you use that key to get in when Ty was calling for help?” “Beverly claimed she didn’t have a key. She said that her partner, Rebecca, had given it back to Ty when the job was finished.” I had to squint a little, with the afternoon sun right in my line of vision. Paige’s strange, beaker-shaped nose was in the air. My doubt regarding Beverly’s guilt must have offended her. “Only you think that she was lying about having the key, because you saw her, or another woman who looked just like her, coming out the Bellinghams’ door. Is that right?” Paige gave her dark hair a flick. “Oh, it was her, all right. That much is certain.
