“No, but she didn’t take any trouble to hide up the Basque from Herrick. He’d be with her when Herrick called. It seemed to make no difference.”
“Who is this Basque, anyway?”
“Name’s Juan Gomez. He’s a jai alai player. The local champ around here.”
“What does he do beside play?”
The old man’s eyes rolled. “Gets out of training with Miss Spence, I reckon.”
“Did the cops pay her a visit?”
He nodded.
“Hear anything?”
“No, but Gomez was with her.” A wintry smile crossed his face. “I bet she had to do some fancy talking to explain what that dago was doing in her room at eight o’clock in the morning.”
“Probably said he’d come to fix the refrigerator,” I said. “Ever see Killeano in here?”