him to talk and didn’t have to use a phone. She feared it was only a matter of time, though, and wondered how tacky it would be to wear rubber gloves to the visiting room. He lowered his voice and leaned forward a little. “I’m not sure you should look into this.”
“Are they feeding you regularly?” she asked. “Your blood sugar’s fine, isn’t it?”
He waved her question away. “They have a nurse here. Now, we’re talking about you and Vera. You may think you’re today’s version of Cagney and Lacey, but you’re not, Mom. You’re too old and your hair’s not poofy enough.”
“Thanks. I think. Listen, we only have a few more minutes. Tell me where to start looking. Who should I talk to first?”
Andrew pushed his hair out of his face. “You can’t get into the senators’ offices. No way, no how. Civilians prowling around—especially the mothers and next-door-neighbors of a person arrested for murder—no. But you could probably...okay, I think I have it.”
“What?” Estelle leaned forward, ready to hear his idea.
“You could go volunteer at campaign headquarters. I know the guy who oversees the volunteers, and he could get you right in.”
“I don’t think I should use your name when I call him, though,” Estelle said. “We should keep your name out of this.”
“True,” Andrew said. “But at least you’ll know who to talk to.”
“How will volunteering at headquarters help you and your father?” Estelle asked.
“A lot of the people at the headquarters are also over at the office from time to time, or know the same people,” Andrew explained. “Remember how I told you I’d been working in both places?”
She nodded. “Okay, we’ll go volunteer. And son...there’s one more thing. Let’s not mention this to your father, all right? He’s so protective, and I don’t want him to worry...”
“You mean you don’t want him to stop you.”
“Yes, that too.”
“I don’t understand, Mom. Why not just let the police work this out? I didn’t do it, and Dad didn’t do it. They’ll figure that out eventually and we’ll be off the hook.”
Estelle had asked herself that very question no less than a hundred times in the two hours since Vera had suggested it. She gave Andrew the answer she had finally distilled for herself. “Because, Andrew, for the first time in my life, I’m afraid I can’t trust the police.”
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