“So she knew Killeano?”
“Yeah, about two years ago they were like that.” He crossed his two fingers. “That was before Killeano took over the town. When he got into power he ditched her. Had to, I guess. You can’t run a town and Lois at the same time: both are full-time jobs.”
“Herrick went around with her too?”
“Yeah, but there was nothing to that, although some mudslingers tried to make something out of it. My guess is he was using her to dig up dirt on Killeano, and she strung him along, took his dough and gave him nothing.”
“He paid her to play the tables at the Casino.”
That surprised him. He stared at me, lifted his hat, combed his hair while he thought. “Why did he do that?” he asked at last, putting the comb away.
“He took the dough she had won and gave her other notes in exchange. Looks like he suspected the Casino of passing dud notes.”
Davis brooded. “Well, that’s an idea,” he said, “but it wouldn’t be easy, and no one’s complained.”
“It might be worth checking. Could you do that?”
He nodded. “I guess I could. I go there off and on. I could sniff around.”