Olive shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't say she's crazy about him. She thinks he plays too much when he ought to be getting work done, but I don't think she'd devise any scheme to do him in." Olive passed the hors d'oeuvre tray to me. I thought it only gracious to sample something else so I selected a potato half and popped it in my mouth.
"Who might?" I asked, licking sour cream from my thumb. This shit was great. If they'd just leave the room for a minute, I'd have a go at the rest.
Both seemed to come up blank.
"Come on. He must have enemies. Somebody's gone to a lot of trouble over this," I said.
Terry said, "At the moment, I couldn't name one, but we can give it some thought. Maybe something will occur to us."
"What can you tell me about the Wood/Warren engi-neer who killed himself?"
"Hugh Case," Olive said.
Terry seemed surprised. "What brought that up? I just got a call from Lyda Case this afternoon."
"Really?" I said. "What did she have to say?" "It wasn't what she said so much as her attitude. She was completely freaked out, screaming at the top of her lungs. Said his death was my fault."
Olive looked at him in disbelief. "Yours? What bullshit! Why would she say that?"
"I have no idea. She sounded drunk. Ranting and rav-ing. Foulmouthed, shrill."
"That's curious," I said. "Is she here in town?" Terry shook his head. "She didn't say. The call was long distance from the sound of it. Where's she live?" " Dallas, I believe."
"I got the impression she intended to fly out. Do you want to talk to her if she shows up?"
"Yes, I'd like that," I said, careful to omit any refer-ence to the fact that I'd met with her the night before. She hadn't seemed paranoid to me at all and she'd never men-tioned Terry's name.
Olive stirred on the couch, shifting positions. "Just in time for New Year's. Everyone'll be here." She glanced at Terry. "Did I tell you Bass gets in tonight?"
A look of annoyance flashed across his face. "I thought he was broke. I hope you didn't pay his way."
"Me! Absolutely not. Ebony sends him money, but you wouldn't catch me doing it," she remarked. And then to me, "Bass and I had a falling-out at Thanksgiving and we haven't spoken since. He's got a big mouth in matters that are none of his business. I think he's loathsome, and he's just about that fond of me."
Terry glanced at his watch and I took that as my cue. "I should let you go if you've got a party," I said. "I don't feel we've been any help," Olive said. "Don't worry about it. I've got other sources. Just let me know if you come up with anything you think might pertain."
I left my card on the coffee table. Terry walked me to the door while Olive excused herself to fetch her coat. He watched her disappear into the bedroom. "I didn't want to mention this in front of her," he said, "but Lyda Case scared the shit out of me this afternoon."
"How so?"
"I don't want to make Olive nervous, but the woman threatened me. I don't think it has anything to do with Lance or I'd have said so up front. This is different. I don't know what it's about, but she really sounded cracked."
"What kind of threat?" I asked.
"Out of nowhere, she asked me how old I'd be on my next birthday. I didn't know what she was getting at, but when I told her I'd be forty-six, she said, 'Don't count on it.' And then she laughed like a fiend. Jesus, the sound made my blood run cold. I can't believe she was serious, but my God! What a thing to say."
"And you have no idea why she suddenly got in touch?"
"I haven't talked to her for years. Since Hugh died, I guess."
"I understand there's some question about the man-ner of his death."
"I've heard that too and I don't know what to think."
"How well did you know him?"
"I wouldn't say we were close, but I worked with him, oh, probably five years or so. He never struck me as the sort who'd commit suicide. Of course, you never know what someone under pressure will do."
"Pressure?"
"Lyda'd threatened to leave him. Hugh was a sweet guy, but he was terribly dependent on her and I think it just knocked the props out from under him."
"Why was she leaving? What was that about?"
"I wasn't privy to the details. Lance might know."