Free K is for Killer by Sue Grafton

court, leapt, fell, and bumped one another sideways. If the sound had been turned up, I knew I’d hear the high-pitched shriek of rubber soles on the hardwood floor. The ball sailed into the basket as if magnetized, not even touching the rim half the time.
    Without invitation, I perched on the nearby ottoman, arranging myself so I was in his line of sight. “I take it Janice has told you about our conversation last night.” I was prepared to make soothing noises about Lorna’s participation in the pornographic film. Mace made no response. A fast-food commercial came on, a fifteen-by-twenty-inch full-color burger filling the TV screen. The sesame seeds were the size of rice grains, and a slice of bright orange cheese drooped invitingly from the edge of the bun. I could see Mace’s eyes fix on the picture. I’d always known I wasn’t as compelling as a flame-broiled beef patty, but it was deflating nonetheless to see his attention displaced. I moved my head to the left, entering his visual frame of reference.
    â€œShe told me she wants to hire you to look into Lorna’s death,” he said as though prompted by someone off stage.
    â€œHow do you feel about it?”
    He began to tap on the chair arm. “Up to Janice,” he said. “I don’t mean to sound crass, but her and me have a difference of opinion with regard to that. She believes Lorna was murdered, but I’m not convinced. It could have been a gas leak. Could have been carbon monoxide poisoning from a faulty furnace.” He had a big voice and big hands.
    â€œLorna’s cabin had a furnace? I was under the impression her living quarters were pretty crude.”
    A brief look of impatience flashed across his face. “Janice does the same thing. She takes everything literal. I’mjust giving an
example.
Every item in that cabin was either old or broke down. You have a heater that’s defective, and you can get yourself in a peck of trouble. That’s the point I was trying to make. I see it all the time. Hell, that’s what I do for a living.”
    â€œI assume the police looked into the possibility of a gas leak.”
    He shrugged that one off, hunching one beefy shoulder while he worked out a kink. “Bunged myself on the back, trying to wrench a pipe off a slab,” he said. “I don’t know what the police did. Point is, I think this whole business ought to be laid to rest. Seems to me this speculation about murder is just another way of keeping the subject open for discussion. I loved my daughter. She’s as near perfect as you could want. She’s a beautiful, sweet girl, but she’s dead now, and nothing’s going to change that. We got two daughters living, and we need to focus our attention on them for a change. You start hiring lawyers and detectives, all you’re going to have is a lot of unnecessary expense in addition to the heartache.”
    I could feel my inner ears prick up. No outrage, no protest, no reference whatever to all the licking and sucking? To me, Lorna’s prurient behavior left her short of “near perfect” and put her closer to “wanton.” Being wild didn’t make her bad, but the word
sweet
was not quite the word that leapt to
my
mind. I said, “Maybe the two of you need to have another chat about this. I told her last night you’d have to agree.”
    â€œWell, we’re not
in
agreement. I think the woman’s got her head up her butt, but if that’s what she wants, I’m willing to go along with it. We’re all of us coping any way we can. If this makes her feel good, I won’t interfere, but that doesn’t mean I
agree
with her on the issue.”
    Oh, boy. Wait until the man saw the bill for my services. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of
that
dispute. “What about Trinny and Berlyn? Have you discussed this with them?”
    â€œIt’s not up to them. It’s