home until ten oâclockâshe works evenings part-timeâand my boys play sports after school.â
I wrote everything down and put an asterisk beside it to indicate an area to explore. Rye had no way to verify his alibi.
He began to twist his baseball cap in his hands. âLook, if this is your way of trying to find out whether I killed Dirk, I can tell you I didnât particularly care for the way the guy treated me, but I wouldnât have killed him. Iâve got a large family to support, and I canât do that from prison. If you want to know the truth, Iâve been shopping for another job. I donât want that to get back to Mr. Thorne, though.â
âEverything you tell us is confidential,â I said.
He let out a breath. âThank you.â
âOther than the robbery victims,â Marco said, âcan you think of anyone in Brandywine who might have had an intense dislike for Dirk?â
Rye picked up his glass and took a slow drink of tea as he pondered it. âNot
in
Brandywine,â he said at last. âJust kind of associated with it.â
âI need a name,â Marco said.
Without hesitation Rye said, âMaynard Dell.â
That name sounded familiar but I couldnât place it. Marco, however, identified him instantly. âThe townâs building inspector? Why did he dislike Dirk?â
âIt was more of a mutual dislike.â
âBased on what?â
âI shouldnât really be telling you this, butââRye leaned in and dropped his voice, as though afraid of being overheardââsome of the houses here? Dirk said they shouldnât have passed inspection. Their wiring isnât up to code.â
âThen why did they pass?â Marco asked.
âYou know how the inspector checks wiring? He sticks one of them juice detectors in the electrical outlet to see if it lights up. If it does, it passes inspection. Then thereâs his fondness for long liquid lunches. Kind of hard to work after one of those.â
âHe drinks
during
working hours?â I asked as I wrote.
Rye held up his hands, palms out. âIâm only repeating what Dirk told me. It really bugged him that Maynard was earning good money and getting great benefits for slipshod work just because he knew someone on the town council. A patronage job, Dirk called it. Boy, he hated that.â
âSo do I,â I said. âDoesnât that irk you, too?â
Rye shrugged again, but this time I caught glimmers of anger in his brown eyes. âI care about the people here. I hope it isnât true, because I donât want anything bad to happen to anyone âcause their house isnât safe.â
âDoes that include our house?â I asked.
âLike I said, this was what Dirk told me. But if I were you, Iâd hire an electrician you trust to inspect your wiring.â
I glanced around the room, half expecting to see sparks coming from the kitchenâs recessed lights. âWhat happens if the wiring is faulty?â
âIt could cause a fire.â Rye shrugged, glancing up at the brushed nickel light fixture overhead. âYouâd have to rip it all out to fix it.â
Rip my walls apart? I was seeing red, and it wasnât from imaginary flames. âWhat kind of electrician did Brandon Thorne hire?â
âWhoever put in the lowest bid.â
I could feel my temper bubbling up fast, but I wasnât sure who to be angriest with, the developer or Maynard Dell. âSo if our house catches fire, shouldnât Maynard Dell and the town of New Chapel be responsible?â
Rye nodded, his head bowed as though admitting it embarrassed him. And yet I thought I detected a slight smugness in his expression that made me suspect he was enjoying ratting Maynard out.
Marco said, âOnce Dirk knew this was going on, what did he do?â
âHe said he was gonna have a talk with