year, Green thought as he introduced himself. Miller gave a nervous laugh as he shuffled forward, head bent and eyes averted.
âAn inspector! I guess Iâm going up in the world. It was a plain detective this morning.â
âIâm just verifying some new information. Youâre Dr. Miller?â
âDave. The doctor handle is kind of new, and it still makes me nervous. Besides, for the money I makeâ¦â
Green made notes. âWhatâs your position here?â
âIâm a post-doctoral fellow working under Dr. Halton. Which means Iâm a highly educated gofer, but Iâm so grateful to work with him that the money doesnât matter. Besides,â Miller ran his stubby fingers over his bald spot, âIâve been penniless for so long, I wouldnât know what to do if I found a real job.â
âHaltonâs a real hotshot, eh?â
Miller hesitated a fraction of a second. âOh yes. Tops in his field in Canada and doing some fascinating research.â
âWhat can you tell me about Raquel Haddad?â
âRaquel?â Crimson suffused his doughy face. âIâI hardlyknow her. She was in my classâI teach one undergraduate courseâand she helped out in the labs sometimes.â
âWas she friendly with anyone here?â
âI didnât notice. I told you, I hardly know her.â
âWhat was her connection to Jonathan Blair?â
âI believe he hired her to help him with some data collection.â
âThatâs all?â
âThatâs all I know.â
âThey werenât involved?â
Miller picked at a brown stain on his jeans. Green saw that his fingers were quivering very slightly. âSome people thought so, but I never saw it. Jonathan was a straight kind of guy. He took his work seriously.â
âDo you know if Raquel had any friends or family nearby?â
Miller licked his finger and rubbed at the stain. âI never paid any attention. But RosalindâMiss Simmons, my associate, might know. Her office is three doors down.â He stood up as if to escort Green.
âOne last question, Dave. Can you think of anyone who might have wanted Jonathan Blair dead?â
Millerâs nostrils flared, and for a fraction of time he seemed to vacillate. But then he shook his head with vigour and certainty.
He makes a lousy liar, Green thought to himself as he left. Not enough practice. Heâs one of those guilty-conscience types who canât look you in the eye when theyâre hiding something.
Green was wondering what it might be as he walked back down the hall. Just when he was about to knock on the third door, he was stopped by voices within, the voices he had heard murmuring earlier, only now they were raised in anger.Quickly he switched on his pocket tape recorder.
âThatâs a cheap thing to say, Joe!â âOh, come on, we all know why he was murdered.â The first voice was shrill, the second rich and sensual.
âI know no such thing. Jonathan was still in love with Vanessa.â
âThis isnât about love, itâs about the cock, sweetheart. The cock calls the tune. But you know that, donât you?â
âYouâre such a pig.â
The man laughed, a low, mocking chuckle. He murmured something which Green couldnât hear, and the woman exploded.
âGet out of my office! Or Iâll scream. I swear it!â
âWhat, and you think lover boy will come running?â
âYou reduce everything to sex, donât you. Sex and power.â
âWhat else is there?â
âThis. Dr. Haltonâs work.â
âLike you said, baby. Sex and power.â
âThatâs your warped view.â
âOkay, then why didnât you tell the police whatâs going on here?â
âBecause...because it isnât relevant.â
âBullshit,â the man hissed. âItâs because you donât