I said casually, “Ever lived in Colorado?”
“No.”
“Don’t happen to know a Dover Fulton?”
“No.”
“His wife?”
“No, never heard of them.”
“Don’t happen to know a Stanwick Carlton?”
Her eyes became round. “What does that have to do with it?”
“Nothing, perhaps. I wanted to know.”
“Why I… I know Minerva Carlton. I’ve known her for years. She’s a close friend. I don’t know her husband. I’ve never met him.”